What the Shea

she’ll end up painting her nails for the first time in two months in a color she’s been lusting after since Christmas and finally convinced herself to order online (with a five dollar shipping charge). And then she’ll buy a better, more expensive version of a nail polish she already has (because let’s face it, the cracked black nail polish she got in Europe wasn’t nearly as smooth or effective as she’d hoped it would be). And then she’ll go to CVS to pick up a fresh bottle of ORLY Glosser top coat because she’s running low, and out of the corner of her eye she’ll see an iridescent color (ORLY Royal Velvet) that she could probably replicate by combining two of her other billion fucking bottles of nail polish that she already has (slight exaggeration). But it looks so pretty (so goddamn pretty, and how can you resist that blue and purple shine?) so she drops eight dollars on what must be her eighty fifth bottle of nail polish (not even slightly an exaggeration) and five bucks on a pint of Ben and Jerry’s Imagine Whirled Peace and ends up exiting CVS without what she’d initially even came there for, because the Allston branch she now frequents was out of Glosser. And then she’ll go all the way to the Boylston CVS, because God knows it’s never let her down before (and it wasn’t a half hour trip downtown JUST for nail polish; she has work around the corner and never would’ve gone solely for the sake of nail polish. Ever. Really) and drop another eight bucks on more Glossy topcoat so she can paint her stupid goddamn nails with her stupid goddamn new nail polish because she has a sick addiction and she knows where to draw the line, she does.

She just doesn’t want to, and now she needs to figure out how to justify spending money on dinner.

TL;DR I have the whitest of all the girl problems.

Delicious.

She didn’t want Sam to leave. But she didn’t want to hold him back, either. She knew what it was like to be living in the wrong place, doing the wrong thing. It was stifling and frustrating and generally horrible all around. She’d be okay on her own. […]

Stay in this city long enough, you see a lot of people come and go. No point investing time and energy into just anyone. Now she knew what he’d meant by that. It was a rite of passage she could have done with out.

“I am sorry about one thing,” he admitted.

“What? You’re going to miss torturing me?”

He shook his head. “I wanted to be around when you decided to stop swearing off men. I was kinda hoping I had a shot.”

She looked into his eyes and smiled. “I might consider a one-night moratorium. For the right guy.”

Sophie never got around to telling Sam about being “discovered[…].” Because in less than thirty seconds, they were all over each other. They ended up among the boxes in her soon-to-be-new bedroom, where they spent the next eight hours experiencing what might have been. And in the morning they were both in perfect agreement, for once: it would have been phenomenal.

Footfree and Fancyloose - Elizabeth Craft/Sarah Fain

uchie:

pananaghoy:

omg exactly

So sweet.