i feel like a deprived anarchistic feminist existentialist, and i’m not sure what to do about it.
why am i looking for more nausea? more reality? simplicity i long for you.
caffeine is a wonderful social lubricant, in my humble opinion
good boys are strong for their women. bad boys are strong for their girls.
I know he’ll smile again soon; I know this because he’ll want to make me smile, and I vow not to smile again until I’m sure his is a real one.