i became good at pretending. i became so good that after a while the lines blurred between my truth and fiction. and sometimes, when i did a really good job of pretending, i even fooled myself.
( the pauses in thought are frequent now, between statements. her poker face is only so good—it’s hard to hide the red on her own cheeks. )
please—i’m hardly anything special. but thank you. ( she laughs breathlessly, directing her gaze embarrassedly out the window. )
I do take polaroids. feel more romantic when you perfume them and give them as a gift. (shrugging, she smiles as crimson sets on her cheekbones.) you're beautiful too, by the way.
#҉𝐕⠀⠀transmitting messages for my mary acc @thewindowwithin here: theyre Only letting me comment in this bitch so longer replies when they free me xoxo