MaxiGirl1077

♫I know that you don't know it... ♫ [Name] groaned loudly from behind the door of her changing room stall. "This. Is so. Frustrating!" she broke down angrily to her boyfriend who was sat on the waiting bench just outside her stall. "What's wrong this time?" he asked with a sigh, not at all being surprised that she wasn't satisfied with the article she was trying on. "It's just so... bleh and ugh," she explained ever so articulately. Kid let out a hum as he nodded his head, as if understanding perfectly what she meant. "Well why don't you just come out here and let me see it?" he suggested as his stare drifted over the rack of

“You’re fine, Kid,” you muttered for seemingly the millionth time that day. You never were quite sure why you bothered saying that to the young Reaper. Despite your quiet words, he continued his morning ritual of checking and fixing literally everything within his home. You knew well it never eased his anxiety, and it pained you to see him this way. It may have caused those around him to mock his condition, even grow angry with him. But, just as physical illness should be treated with respect, so should a disorder of the mind. Especially one that triggered so much apprehension... But, you figured it was still enough to sh

This would always be something that boggled my mind. How uncanny and swell it feels to have someone run their fingers through your hair. Now, what I discovered to be the best way to enjoy such a treat is to be laying down, your head on the lap of the person treating your hair, all on a neat and comfortable sofa. It's even better when the person treating your hair is your significant other. It's become a sort of guilty pleasure of mine, but ____ didn't seem to mind satiating it, so I've never once minded or neglected the opportunity for it. Her fingers were just right too. Clean and slender, soft to the touch, making perfect strides throug