I'm confused.
There are people on campus complaining about it being super hot and it’s only 80 degrees. This is like borderline cold where I come from. I’m kind of terrified to find out what winters are like here, because let me tell you something. Santana Lopez does not do cold.
On a happier note, my roommate seems pretty chill. So, maybe I won’t be clawing her eyes out after all.
Look at that, it seems that after registering on this website, I get to realize how many of my friends are internet losers who talk to each other over the net instead of face to face, like normal people do. Don’t get me wrong, it must be comfortable in some cases, like for once I won’t be getting neck pains for trying to talk to Finnocence whilst looking at him and I won’t have to jump from side to side to avoid the spit bullets coming from Sam’s mouth as he speaks.
You know what, I take that back, talking on here seems like a blast compared to the real thing.
My scheme of a wife is on here as well, oh joy.
Caught → Pezberry
Santana woke up and was met with the face of her sleeping lover, lit by the afternoon sun. Her hand was on her partner’s hip and Rachel’s hand was on her waist, their legs tangled together. She smiled lazily and moved a little closer. As much as she loved to see Rachel sleep, she just really wanted her awake right now.
She moved forward and kissed Rachel’s forehead, her eyebrows, then over her nose, her cheeks, her chin and finally, her lips and she chuckled at the cute faces Rachel made when she woke up. Her eyes fluttered open and Santana beamed at her. “Hey there, beautiful…” She said as she slid her hand up Rachel’s side and brushed her hair out of her face, smiling softly at her. “You look adorable.” She said, looking at Rachel’s messy hair and moved her thumb to Rachel’s mouth, to wipe away a bit of drool. Rachel always drooled when she slept and it was something Santana found hilarious, yet extremely precious as well.
