![]() ![]() ![]() Wanting to shift the life out of someone was about as much as I could hope for if I went to the post-exam party, but it wasn't enough to get me out of my fluffy socks and sweatpants. That doesn't get its due as the beautiful phenomenon it is. ![]() You know, maul, snog, lob the gob, feek, meet, wear. I do believe in wanting to get the shift. Like plastic chokers, glittery eyeshadow, and TV reboots. I've read a bunch of think pieces about how the romantic comedy is making a comeback, but I think it's just a nineties hangover trying to crawl its way back into relevance. You know, where you meet someone in an impossibly coincidental way and you lock eyes and true, everlasting love ensues. I don't believe in love at first sight or soul mates or any of that guff you see in the movies. ![]()
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