If a guy ever spreads a rumor that he slept with you, don’t deny it. One, because there will always be people who think it’s true, and two, because that dumbass boy just handed you the power to say anything you want about what he’s like in bed, and people will believe it. Say he bleats like a sheep when he orgasms. Say he put on pearl earrings and asked you to call him Daisy. Say he couldn’t get it up until he watched an old Billy Mays infomercial. The power is yours.
I want to bring glam back. And not just in a small way, like owning one pair of platforms. I mean bring it all the way back, the decadence, the crazy over the edge way of living, drenching everything in glitter, wearing fur coats and ostrich feathers, fishnets and outrageous makeup in the middle of the day. That way of enjoying life appeals to me so much, just never doing anything by halves, living in a glam dream, just living.
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