• HonestlyHales •

I gotta tell you something. The other night at the Eastwood game, I was...struggling. And then, I heard someone singing. Elton John. I followed your voice through the tunnels. I saw you in the green room. Saying it out loud, I realize that sounds creepy, but...you were so, like, genuine, you know? Free. You centered me.

“Are you okay? Yeah, I’m fine. Okay? Just, it didn’t matter as much as being here for you. Please just text me next time. I was worried about you.”

Prompts for writing Hair like that

☆ His hair was the kind of dark that made his smile look brighter--the contrast doing something mathematical to the light, the dark of his curls making the warmth of his face more vivid by proximity.

☆ He had the kind of curls that made people want to touch them and the kind of face that made them think twice about asking, both things happening simultaneously, constantly, everywhere he went.

☆ He had dark curls and when he laughed they shook slightly and I thought--I want to be the reason for that. The laugh and the shaking and all of it.

☆ He had dark curly hair that looked best slightly disheveled and I spent a lot of time thinking about how it got that way and who was responsible and whether I could apply for the position.

☆ His curls caught the light when he turned his head and I lost the thread of the conversation and he asked what I was thinking and I said nothing and I meant everything.