#calaxyhood

[insatiablevelvet]

Kennedy never thought that she would witness walking perfection until she laid her eyes on Kendall Shayne. Kendall was walking sex; curves in all of the right places, long brown hair falling down her back flawlessly, brown eyes having the most voluminous eyelashes Kennedy has ever seen, legs seemingly having no end. Her full, pouty lips being a beautiful shade of crimson without makeup. Saying she was pretty was an understatement; she was ethereal. Her mind was no different. When she would do everyday simple tasks, she would mutter random things that popped into her head like medical disorders and math formulas. Kennedy never knew what she did to give her the luck to find Kendall, but she thanked the heavens every single day for it.

[insatiablevelvet]

Ms. Mercedes

As she walks onto the stage, only one thing was radiating off of her: confidence. Everyone in the room could feel it. Each step and hip movement had every person in sight enchanted. Just like her body, her voice was dripping with lust. You couldn’t even finish a conversation with her without feeling dizzy. She walked up to the mic, her light blue eyes heavily lined with eyeliner and sparkling like diamonds. Swaying her hips to the beat like a professional, she closes her eyes and started to cantillate. The words came out like velvet, just like how they sounded. 

She wasn’t always like this. She grew up in a home that was mediocre and never had a life of her own due to the perilous neighborhood she lived in. Day in and day out, she would stay locked up in her room, listening to old Elizabeth Grant records and falling into her own world that held no bounds. She would dance slowly, feeling every beat and lyric individually, trying her hardest to match up the movements of her hips with the tempo of the song. It was moments like this the make her feel like she was on top of the world. 

[insatiablevelvet]

I want to feel your warmth when we accidentally touch. I want to listen to all of your problems and help you through them. I want to have pointless 2 A.M. conversations when we can’t sleep. I want to have midnight walks. I want to cuddle 24/7. I want to help you dye your hair. I want to be the absolute best girlfriend I can be. I want a chance.

 I want to listen to music with you and hear your beautiful voice singing along with the song. I want to hear your opinions on everything. I want to point out everything I love about you. I want to bring you your favorite candy when you’re sad. I want to text you random love things I saw on Facebook that made me think of you. I want to be able to hold you close and never let you go. I want to be your shoulder to cry on. I want to get lost in your eyes. I want to be the absolute best friend I could be. I want a chance. 

I want to be the reason you cry happy tears. I want to take care of you when you’re sick. I want to be able to shop at 8 in the morning with you.

 I want to be able to love you forever. Give me a chance. I beg of you.