In fake-life, I own a type-writer in a lovely shade of teal. Also, I write letters using it. Everyday.
In real-life, I write letters on a computer. Or I hand write them. I don't have a teal typewriter or know if they actually can come in that color.
In fake-life, I own every shade of tights possible.
In real-life, my favorite black tights have a hole in them. It's problematic.
In fake-life, I have a cat named Reginald, who curls up next to my when I read.
In real-life, I have a dog named Joey who doesn't actually like me all that much. It's fine.
In fake-life, I have a boyfriend who wears oxfords & button down shirts. He sends me love letters by post with cute stamps & they're handwritten. Also, he likes surprising me, & he writes poetry. Sometimes he kisses my nose & tells me I'm cute when I smirk.
In real-life, I'm 18 and have never been kissed.
You're beautiful.
ReplyDeleteand kisses aren't all that they're cracked up to be. The right one will come kiss your lips and you'll love that you waited.
love,
morgan