In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Twenty-Five.”
What some people are, they don’t even know they are. Characterised by jerklike behaviour, rude, arrogant.
A fruit, yellow in color and sweet to the tastebuds, favourite fruit of the Minions.
I love cats!
Random creations of God, dispersed on the kisses of the wind.
Is there anything confectionery without them, and bacon just doesn’t feel the same without them.
A city of love and passion, fashion capital and currently tops my travel bucket list.
Mother Earth, Mother to Demeter, grandmother of Persephone.
That’s me. Cheerful but oh so indifferent.
Ice Cream, Noun.
A leading family in the kingdom of westeros. Depicted with a lion sigil.
That’s what she wrote.
Nothing, (I don’t even know)
If I can’t have you
How I feel inside, sometimes.
What the cookie jar has.
Oompah Loompah, Noun.
Dwarfish creatures in Charlie and the Chocolate factory, who sing at the slightest misfortune.
Boiled, roasted, mashed, fried, curled. Irish, Sweet.
What Lorde is in love with being
A period in human history.
What we walk on when we are elated.
You can stand under Rihanna’s.
What we know how to do with that big fat butt.
The actual pronunciation of the above word.