I think a woman becomes more magnetic as she becomes more specific. Specific tastes. Specific desires. Specific pleasures. Specific boundaries. It is so alluring to be a woman whose life could only belong to her.
I like to laugh a lot. It’s not even about being happy. I like to giggle and laugh all of the fucking time. Can barely speak without a chuckle in there. Even when my world is falling apart, I just laugh. Laughing right now. Oh my god.