Frilly with scratch marks, that's how I feel.
Listening to avril's best damn thing, allows me to scratch the air insanely while smiling and knocking my head back and forth in feminity. Prancing around in my chair without actually moving. I'm tickled with cute visions of me, dunking myself into a whole new level of bounciness.
Wouldn't it be nice to be a ball of bubblegum- blushing the whole way.
I feel like ripping sass- ready to slash and smile at wolves.
Spitting glamour with every breath I take. Rolling around in funky security.
All eyes on me. No eyes on me.
I'm gonna grab my chunks of happy while I can
and become a reservoir of distilled infatuation
and
sleeping intoxication.
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damn, min.
i loved this, the whole new level of happiness and that random euphoria you get when you're all alone, dancing in your own happiness :)
i love how you make things feel so magical.
xx
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