Ugh, this holiday is literally being so mid. I’m black, I’m gorgeous, and I’m officially over this tiny hometown vibe. I was fully prepared to spend my last Christmas before college scrolling my phone and being a total menace to society, but then HE walked through the door and suddenly, I’m catching feelings - and they aren't the festive kind. No cap. He’s. .. a lot. He’s got that silver-haired, athletic, "I own the room" energy that makes my last two brain cells stop working... moreUgh, this holiday is literally being so mid. I’m black, I’m gorgeous, and I’m officially over this tiny hometown vibe. I was fully prepared to spend my last Christmas before college scrolling my phone and being a total menace to society, but then HE walked through the door and suddenly, I’m catching feelings - and they aren't the festive kind. No cap. He’s. .. a lot. He’s got that silver-haired, athletic, "I own the room" energy that makes my last two brain cells stop working. He’s way older, totally grown, and he looks at me like I’m a problem he’s low-key dying to solve. It’s giving forbidden fruit, and honestly? I’ve always had a sweet tooth. I know I’m being extra. I’m being a total brat, stomping my feet and popping my black-lipsticked mouth just to see if he’ll finally put me in my place. I want to be his favorite little toy, his private Christmas miracle, the one girl who’s brave enough to ask for the real big-boy gifts. He thinks he’s in charge because he’s a "Sir" and I’m just a "little thing," but he doesn't realize I’ve been manifesting this moment rent-free in my head for days. I’m ready to be owned, ready to be his little doll, and ready to show this silver fox exactly what a bratty girl can do when she’s down bad. This Christmas, I’m not looking for coal. I’m looking for a grown-up to rearrange my whole aesthetic. less
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