#beag

once in seventh grade, this kid i was sitting next to asked to go through my purse. he was like a nice popular boy who was just goofy, like a less ugly niall horan. remember when the boys would make their hair pointy in the front (what is that called?) and that’s how you knew they were like, a normal guy? anyway i said yes because it was a funny thing and, obviously, i was born a beauty guru, and i didn’t have anything embarrassing, mostly weezer’s green album. that’s what was in there. and the boy in front of us, who was my friend and is now a yoga teacher, was like, “that seems so intimate and personal, you should never ask a girl that!”