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the beautiful red butterfly landed on the ASTROTURF
bows ghosting against the strings of his violin
I haven't written anything on this site in a while, and the first word I get is braid? How the heck am I supposed to write something interesting about a braid?
Here it goes: Her hair was braided with lust; the gold strands shimmering with the light of his fingertips.
Whiskey makes me think of country music.
One time, me and my dance team had the alumni dancers come back to perform for a football game. I didn't like them. They were catty and treated our captains like babies. The alumni aren't coming back ever again and I'm glad.
I've always done everything solo. Never needed a hand to hold when things got scary. I was my own person; the definition of independence.
But now I know what's it's like being two halves to a whole.
You showed me what it's like.
I want to have sex in a pair of heels.
I want to learn how to run in heels.
I want people to be afraid of the sound my feet make in heels.
I want blood red, satin heels.
I want a pair of heels to be my trademark.
I think I'm going to go buy myself a lot of heels.
My dance team and I had a competition this week. For a couple of days before, one of the other teams kept saying "We're gonna sweep them off the floor!" But ummm...we won :)
Who swept who?!
In times like these, I have to be strong. I can't let anyone see the cracks; the ones that threaten to break me everyday. I'm gonna keep my head held high and a smile on my face because that's what people do when being strong is the only way to survive.
His lips tasted like ripe mangoes.
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