Pretty, some say I am. They are likely lying. What has "prettiness" got me? Except bruises on my thighs, fondlers, and stalkers.
For the smells I make , are for you and only you.
Disclaimer: This is a very silly piece and not profound at all ! I was feeling a bit goofy and silly today :)
I was suddenly inspired by Boblong's comments. Apologies for it being crude, and, just to be clear, I am writing this in the living room not the WC.
Ode to losses in the 21st century - aka: I dropped my phone in the toilet and am stressed. Thanks all x