The most bussin woman you ever gon' meet, on god. An amazing lover and an equally amazing friend. Everything she does is lit. Wether she's making it clap or she's making a whole foods wrap, it's lit.
Juniper a bad ass bitch, no cap.
À l'eau de rose. Dark, tousled hair falling over her naked shoulders, a tornado with pretty eyes & honey-stained lips. She's the crimson of amaryllis, the silver of moon-touched magnolias. Beautiful. Winter-raw. Vodka and coffee liqueur in her teacup, "Cherry" by Lana del Rey in her head. Often described as “utterly deadly,” she's rich, gooey; a malicious delight. The smell of warm vanilla & good sex every time she enters a room, wearing nothing but a short, bordeaux, satin dress. A coy smile, flirting shamelessly with every man. Juniper. Silent, angel-like — loved, absent, cruelly sweet.
A: Wowzers! Have u seen Juniper?
B: Juniper? Who is she?
A: They say she's a man-eater!
she is the best wife ever, don't even listen to her if she tries to say otherwise.
Me: "Juniper is the best wife!"
J: "No, you are!!"
Me: "Look at Urban Dictionary, it says otherwise :)"
Guy 1: "whoah, is that kaylee/juniper??"
Nonbinary 1: "yeah dont you see how gay she is?? duh."
Their smartest, coolest, friend: "yeah. she is my gay bestie <3"