#truth #one of the actual sexiest things ever is watching girls pull their hair up#there was this chick i knew in high school who could pull her hair into the most flawless bun at the top of her head without even looking #and i probably should’ve known right then that i was bisexual #because every fucking time she did it i stared#ugh girls y they so pretty
benty’s tag are just so…..spot on.
to quote the always fabulous and relevant gdragon:
~*I LOVE GIRLS. GIRLS I DO ADORE.*~
that should be my mantra tbh
A GIRL. I HAVE YET TO EXPLORE A GIRL. CAN I PLEASE.
set during depths
You’ve learned a lot of bad habits after years under the Dark Knight’s wing.
You notice too much. You look for meaning that isn’t there. You pick apart body language, dissect tonal inflection, and try to pin names to every indescribable feeling and moment.
Being around her again is driving you crazy.
You’re too hyperaware of her every breath, every move. You interpret a thousand and one things behind a single look and know she doesn’t mean any of them.
You know them—her and Wally—probably better than they know themselves. Sometimes you think that you could break them up if you tried. Push a little here, pry a little there—let the fissures in their relationship form cracks, breaks. You know their strengths and weaknesses and all the strings to pull them apart.
But you don’t because it makes you sick to realize how much you’ve become like him, even though you’d once dreamed of nothing more. It makes you sick to know you’ve been analyzing your friends like pawns to be used, manipulated.
And Wally’s a great guy. No, he’s a fucking fantastic guy and he’s your goddamn best friend and you’re not going to shit all over your friendship for a girl.
Even if you think she might be worth it.
Because you don’t take chances. You don’t take risks.
Those are for people with nothing to lose.
x-posted to LJ
Gonna go curl up in bed and read some Artemis Fowl, goodnight all you wonderful peeps~