I always thought boys were the bees knees. That I'd fall in love with one, and marry one and eventually he'd give me little babies.
so when the pretty blonde with the plastic blue bangle bracelets waved and smiled at me, and my stomach flipped, I was so confused.
my mouth went dry, desert dry, and my hands shook, and all I wanted to do was taste her strawberry chap stick.
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 1:01 AM UTC
I always thought boys were the bees knees. That I'd fall in love with one, and marry one and eventually he'd give me little babies.
so when the pretty blonde with the plastic blue bangle bracelets waved and smiled at me, and my stomach flipped, I was so confused.
my mouth went dry, desert dry, and my hands shook, and all I wanted to do was taste her strawberry chap stick.
how I think some closet-lesbians might feel
