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"You're the kind of girl who goes to indie rock concerts with guys who wear black nail polish," he said as he pulled me closer. He was almost right: I'm the one wearing the black nail polish. The last remnants of an emo phase that never truly was.
Jul 9, 2024
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Black nail polish is so elegant. For me is the literal alternative to a French manicure lol. There's no in between
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