Always, her mouth and eyes hide her true feelings, but the constellation of tiny skin imperfections spoke volumes.
That I was supposed to see her like this.
That there is a creature inside her that wants to get out.
That wants to break through this transparent shell of pretension and platonic friendship.
To take a flying leap from the precarious pedestal I placed her on.
I want to hold her head under the water, next to mine, until we drown. Together.
The challenge was to take the top 3
emailed photos on yahoo and create a hopefully amusing story about
the sequence. I reserve the right to refuse a disturbing picture, this includes any pictures of celine dion.
Please feel free to add alternative captions if you can or comments if you can't.
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