i slowly unravel my shimmering ponytail, waving my head left to right until it all unfolds majestically around my shoulders. i prance into the battlefield deflecting enemy fire with my impenetrably silky hair. the war is won and i am awarded many medals
When you’re starting to like someome,
and you think they’re amazing,
And you get butterflies when you see them,
And cheeky little soft kisses and cuddles,
When you’re finding out about each other,
How to wind the other up,
Or where they’re ticklish,
What things they do and don’t like,
It seems boring but it’s so important.
I really like this guy.
He’s coming to cuddle now,
Fresh to death