You do not love him. You love not being on the floor for five minutes. Attraction at work is often just nicer office lighting really.
Tag: dating
A bruise with no text after is just mess on skin. If you claim the body, you can claim the morning as well afterwards too.
Crisps on the bed, playlist up, someone doing a full face. We swear we are being sensible. Then the first round happens and plans die.
Hair done, smirk on, playlist in both ears. By the door I am Els. The flat sees the other one applying the whole bloody face.
Hinting is not mystery. It is cowardice with better lighting. I would rather a blunt no than a man performing confusion all week long here.
This Book Is Mental I’ve seen this book gaining traction over the past few weeks, and initially, I wasn’t intrigued. But the chatter on social media was relentless, everyone was talking about it, from groups to pages. Someone even claimed…
Do not bury your face treating it like a task. I want the look. I want you to clock it. That bit stays with me.
I can feel when you are half in the room. Hands on me, eyes on a screen, I go cold. Be here. Notifications can wait.
It’s when the weirdos come out There is a particular hour on the Night Tube where you can tell exactly who everyone was three hours ago. Not from their faces. From the evidence. Mascara at midnight. Work badge in the…
Mirror app, bad light, someone watching. That is the commute. Warehouse to a night out, carriage as dressing room. This city gives you no pause.