(lipstick, and callous; & fishnets and malice... so precious, suspicious; and charming, and vicious.) ~ Seriously, you don't even want to know. Well. Unless you actually do... in which case; tough luck.
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Hetty says; «In the melodramaqueens it is compulsary to flounce, pout, scream, shout, hate, cry, laugh, stay up all night, sulk, write, whine, spaz, drunkenly ping, snarl, phone, share music, and angst, but (most importantly) to lose your heart to a group of the most fabulous girls ever.
lol idk! that's all soppy. how about:
The melodramaqueens are basically the most self-involved bunch of bitches you'll meet. Schmexeh, non?»
Evy says; «You love 'em, you hate 'em, you keep coming home even if you're desperate to move out, you won't be seen hanging around them, you can't wait to hang around them, you drive them to fits of madness and jealousy at the same time as you smother them with love and sop, as they do the same to you, but at the end of the day, after Larry's been overworked and the flounce quota's maxed out, when the gin bottle's empty and you've run out of tears and your stomach hurts from laughing too hard (yes, all at the same time), melodramaqueens is your family, because no matter what, you know you belong here.»
Ravie says; «They'll drive you crazy with their whining, drag their drama all over your life. They'll make fun of you when you're cranky, insist that you indulge them in their temper tantrums and lure you into an argument just to flounce away in the middle. They're crazy and clingy; indifferent and arrogant; bitter and hopeful.
You know your favorite crazy aunt who breezes in every few months, always in fur, heels and pearls? She gives you presents and candy but can't seem to remember your name and insists you follow her around and carry her bags while she shops. You pretend that you're exasperated whenever she comes around - teaching you to tango but forgetting to pick you up from ballet - but really you're just grateful to know someone who is so amazing and so uniquely herself. Now, imagine an entire group of that kind of woman.
That's the melodramaqueens.»
S says; «i don't quite know how to say how i feel; those three words are said too much they're not enough.
