Can’t stop thinking about the boy who got mad at me for not having sex with him on New Years and just texted me to say he likes to “separate the art from the artist” so he still reads my blog
i’ll never in a million years remember who said it, but some time ago one of you shared a proverb (i guess) that i will remember until my dying day: “lana del rey in the morning, boyfriend take warning. lana del rey at night, boyfriend’s delight”
“this summer’s gonna be a movie” NO. this summer’s gonna be an agatha christie novel. eclectic characters with potentially insidious hearts….running into old friends….questioning whether the rumors swirling about are true….
There is no one more powerful than a girl whose boyfriend is out of town for a few days. The nexus of security and freedom is intoxicating to everyone she encounters
In therapy this AM, I talked about making peace with sometimes not being able to put my whole pussy in every single thing I publish, and the way defining "whole pussy" absolutely *derailed* the session...