*writes “like” on a cigarette and puts it in my mouth*
It’s a simile.
Cinderella never asked for a prince. She asked for a night off and a dress.
Girls work on their looks, not their minds, because they know boys are stupid, not blind.
It felt mushy.
If he sees this post it will be really awkward. Hopefully he’s too busy right now to be reading through posts he’s tagged in.
*I should stress that it was an accident. He was stage diving. I was trying to hold him up. Hands ended up places.
I remember you.