meet the t.ruffle girls
she fancies ruffles. turquoise moves me.
she’s painfully camera-shy, but her photos flit ‘round your heart like tipsy little social butterflies. drunk off passion and pretty…not her margaritas. i trip over words that race from my mouth, but my pen becomes my parachute. makes me brave enough to run to the edge of the page.
she eats love for breakfast, lunch, dinner, midnight snacks, and brunch on sundays. good thing. it happens to be the only dish i know how to make that doesn’t include marshmallow fluff.
she only likes even numbers, but has a fantastically odd sense of humor. i only like odd numbers. as for sense of humor? we’re even. fantastic.
she smiles all the time. laughs more often than that at all the wrong times. i know this about my friend though we’ve never met. and she knows this about me.
i think she can pretty much do anything. she makes me feel like i can, too.
we’re just two imaginary friends with one very real friendship.
the t.ruffle girls. sweet.
she fancies ruffles. turquoise moves me.
she’s painfully camera-shy, but her photos flit ‘round your heart like tipsy little social butterflies. drunk off passion and pretty…not her margaritas. i trip over words that race from my mouth, but my pen becomes my parachute. makes me brave enough to run to the edge of the page.
she eats love for breakfast, lunch, dinner, midnight snacks, and brunch on sundays. good thing. it happens to be the only dish i know how to make that doesn’t include marshmallow fluff.
she only likes even numbers, but has a fantastically odd sense of humor. i only like odd numbers. as for sense of humor? we’re even. fantastic.
she smiles all the time. laughs more often than that at all the wrong times. i know this about my friend though we’ve never met. and she knows this about me.
i think she can pretty much do anything. she makes me feel like i can, too.
we’re just two imaginary friends with one very real friendship.
the t.ruffle girls. sweet.
