my hair smells of sheesha, yet its doesn't reek, like a bad smell but a sweet apple-y scent. a first for everything, and being driven home like a princess is cherry on top of my surprise cake, but sitting and talking, nothing beats. Serious, honest conversations i adore cos thats the only time you'll actually know what my weird mind thinks. To know that we could live life, trying to figure out everyone around you, trying to understand and know what kind of person they are; is scary but inspiring, but tempting to know yourself and the people around you better.
but i love our once-a-week-dinners yo homie.
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