Jan 31, 2018
we're not lovers, we're just strangers. with the same damn hunger, to be touched, to be loved, to feel anything at all.
MUSES / / + FOLLOW / / ↺ + ♡
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we're not lovers, we're just strangers. with the same damn hunger, to be touched, to be loved, to feel anything at all.
MUSES / / + FOLLOW / / ↺ + ♡
muse: amelia (ami) open to: anyone relationship: friends, co-workers, casual flirtation (f only), girlfriend, anything amicable! plot: a quick lunch in between shoots where she gossips and vents about work
"i'm telling you, it's totally true." she can’t help but laugh as she thinks on it, shaking her head. “she totally hit on him! i couldn’t believe she actually had the balls to finally do it. but of course, he’s the most dense person ever and it went completely over his head. i don’t know who was more embarrassed, her, or the rest of us watching it all.” she pulls her sleeve over the heal of her hand before planting her elbow on the table before her and nesting her chin in her palm. “have you ever had something like that happen? i can’t count how many times i’ve hit on someone and she just doesn’t get the memo. at all. it’s the most embarrassing thing ever.”