dont date a boy who puts you up on a pedestal. dont date a boy who treats you like a prize. date a boy who is obsessed with aliens and is in the fbi. date a boy who eats sunflower seeds and throws pencils into the ceiling. thats the boy you deserve.
when i was in high school, my friends and i used to gather at someone’s house to do each other’s hair and makeup before school dances. i have such distinct memories of all these girls’ bedrooms and bathrooms, of their perfume collections, of the eyeshadow they likes best, of the feeling of someone else’s hands in my hair. the dances themselves always bored me. it was the before that mattered.