mauraisabel
Band practice. Lots of screaming
I can hear my parents calling my name.
Wait, we don't have that here in the Philippines.
I must be dreaming.
This has to be a movie.
I hate it. I feel like I was born with this athletic body but with hand eye coordination skills like a 4 year old. And what, I'm like 21 now? Sad.
Her skin was golden and sweaty. She bit her lip as she saw the waves crash against the shore. Burning. Hot. But elating and sensual.
She closed her eyes.
Dirty and disgusting. I hate them and I'm jealous of all those girls who are born with perfect concrete skin, that no matter how long they stay out in the sun or get exposed to pollution their pores are numb and their face is totally fine.
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