Someone who knows what you are being vague about, who knows when you are denying the truth (even to yourself). Someone who stands by you, and sticks up for you when you aren’t the prettiest cookie in the box. Someone who listens to you bitch about the same thing over and over again, until they want to run screaming, yet they sit tight, and give you their ear. Someone who always remembers to IM you, and say hi, because they know you kinda suck at that shit. Someone who gets your jokes, has old stories that you share in common, and teases you about your strange habits. Someone who knows your pain, feels the pain for you, wants to make everything right in your life, just because they love you dearly. I’m lucky to have that sorta friend. <3
I’m wearing a realllllly well made mesh set, tank and skirt, which comes in a whole slew of colors. The skirt sizes were much better fitting then I’ve seen this far, and the top is just adorable, not bulky at all. Sophia Harlow has on some unreleased yummy stuff that you will have to hold your breath for!
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