Look, I can't go out with you, because... because... because I'm a lesbian.
This soft grass suggests 'softness' to me, but also at the same time 'lying-down-ness'.
P.P.S. I am giving you telepathic hugs. P.P.P.S. But not in a telepathically lezzie way.
Here is another marvy glimpse into the gothic basement that I call my mind.
He had everything a dream boy should have. Back, front, sides, Everything. A head.
Vaisey said, "Is it because your parents don't understand you?" Charlie said, "No, it's because our parents understand us very well, and that is why they wanted us to go away.