BOyfriend things#

Should I leave stuff at his place?

It’s amazing to have a boyfriend, but a more relieving feeling is knowing that you have stamped his back, copyrighted his shoulders and labelled his trousers. Booked him. If there was a way we girls could tattoo the back of our men’s heads with our names. If only there was a way we could make them say our names for every sentence they bring out, so that whoever they interact with knows they are taken.

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Am I a genuine Lover?

I can never call myself a genuine old school lover, because I forcefully wrapped myself in sheets with it, the moment I heard the first sound. Knowledge about the roots, the beauty, none of these mattered to me, for it was convenience, and not love. I do not blame myself for any of these heartless deeds. I am just a confused youth with no faithfulness to a particular sound, but a tongue to hear the feel of good music and a heart to sense the strength of the emotion in every line of every verse.

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I think I should make a movie called wildly ones. notice that I added the “y” after wild, because there is already a movie called wild ones. I have another wild girl growing under my watch. She is responsible and intelligent. Something I suppose she got from me.

Her daily timetable has story time inclusive, and my auntie Florence is the teacher assigned this duty. Lorna loves story time, but she cannot relax and just let the story slide into her mind so that she can feel the comfort of imagination.

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I walked into the room one day, and noticed an egg half covered in Ruth’s bed. At a young age she is one of the jolliest people I have ever laid my eyes on. Ruth, is my niece, the younger one and one of the wild ones. By wild, I mean the real dictionary definition of the word.

Having found this egg, covered with an intention of keeping it warm, I went looking for her, and happened to collide with her around the dining with another egg in her hand. Trust me, at that moment I was confused. What would a small girl be doing transferring eggs here and there. Lots of thoughts crowded my mind. Even illuminati stuff, or maybe that she was the Easter bunny and had been keeping it from us.

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