I hate boys and nail polish.
Grow up, c’mon. Boys are like a bad polish. They stink, they leave a mess, and they don’t stick around forever. They come on fast, but they don’t wash off easy. Let him go. Sometimes he seems to be one color, but turns out he is not what he appeared to be, from the “outside of the bottle”. Look, if he loves you, he will prove it. If not, you’re 100000x...
P.S. WILL SEW FOR FOOD.
Art always glorifies the creator. You will look at a piece of art, in all...– M.