She’s a friend of Dorothea. She listens to girl in red. She’s a pirate. She’s a cowboy like me. She’s not a “bad girl” but she does “bad things” and they’re “passionate as sin”. She’s a ‘gay Texan’. She’s curious. She isn’t like the other girls. She isn’t boy crazy. She doesn’t chase boys. She doesn’t try to get boys attention. She’s trapped in a golden cage. Her boyfriend’s a jailer. Her boyfriend’s a narcissist. Her boyfriends a playboy. She doesn’t trust them. She hasn’t seen him in a couple of months. She wants HER midnights. All the boys in their expensive cars never took her quite where ‘you’ do. Her love is different and maybe society wouldn’t accept it. She’s so furious that she feels this way. She’s not going home with any men, just to her cats, unless ‘you’ wanna come along. She’ll never love ‘him’ the way she loved ‘you’. She sings about Bettys. She’s close with Cara Delevingne. She’s ✨ magnificently cursed.✨ She’s on the A-Team. She loves cats. She’s the man. She switched sides. Her relationships break the status quo. She doesn’t belong, and neither does her beloved. She likes serenading women and RayTay would be a great couple name. She’s as “happy” as Ruby Rose and Hayley Kiyoko! She wishes she could brag about getting bitches and models and she gets excited about ballerinas, especially ones with shiny aaaaaabs. She’s a New Romantic. She’s KING. 👑 She likes being called daddy. 😉 She doesn’t care if her partner has a di- gap between their teeth. She’s hunted like a witch for who she is. She’s the gold star wearing sheriff of the gay-trailer park on 16th Avenue, and ‘he’ sends her heartbeat skipping right back there. She’s loved in shades of wrong. She’s got her demons and darling, they all look like ‘you’. She thinks meeting women on the internet and taking them home is “cool shit” and she’s “been there too a few times.” She was “out now!” on Lesbian Visibility Day. She really digs that rainbow and blue, purple, pink aesthetic. She performed at Stonewall, and she could build a castle out of all the bricks they threw at her. Her love is calamitous and fills her with insurmountable grief. Everyone thinks that they know her but they know nothing about all this pining. Danger is just around the corner because it lives in her. Her love should be celebrated but it’s tolerated. She changes everything about herself to fit in. She worships a false god in a sexy way. She swears she could hear a hairpin drop. She likes Dickinson, and Killing Eve, and Booksmart, and Tegan & Sarah, and Fletcher, and Lesbian Jesus. She thinks King Princess’s music is ‘nostalgic’. She can’t think straight. She’s a 🐱 🧲. She’s chosen butterflies over one-eyed snakes. She thinks models changing in her trailer is a “literal fantasy” and some women are “so gorgeous” it’s hard to talk to them. She’s in screaming colour with her crooked love. Her love is brave and wild! She can’t even keep a straight face! She’s been hiding in a closet, and she got locked in that closet because she was eating another man’s cookies. She had an illicit affair with someone who wears perfume. She’s sending signals, and while the rumours are terrible and cruel, most of them are true. She’s invisible. Do you see right through her? She doesn’t like people raining on her parade. She’s got a schoolgirl crush. She’s popped a 🍒 or two. She writes from the male perspective. She writes from the wlw perspective. She’s a scarlet letter, but you can trust that hers is better. If you know, you know. It takes one to know one. Gay pride makes her her and she really thinks you should calm down.
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