Be With Someone Who Lets You Be A Total Weirdo
Be with someone who loves to be silly with you just as much as they enjoy being sexual with you.
Be with someone who loves to be silly with you just as much as they enjoy being sexual with you.
I’m zoning out now. Everything feels itchy. I’m being suffocated by myself. I wonder if it’s possible to just die for no reason. I combust and nobody knows why, or how. I just do.
“I’m not perfect, okay? People make mistakes. I mean, Gwyneth Paltrow dyed her hair that dark brown. It was very unflattering. If she’s not perfect, how do you expect me to be?”
Taylor’s squad looking entirely unimpressed and like girls who for sure made you cry in high school. #VMAs
So here it is, the truth that has people watching my destruction, a car wreck on the side of the road. I can see all of them rubbernecking my heartbreak.
I thought endings for us were always just temporary spots. Because we were permanence in every way. That nothing has ever felt like seeing you get out of the elevator at that hotel, or across a crowded airport.
“We’re all lonely for something we don’t know we’re lonely for. How else to explain the curious feeling that goes around feeling like missing somebody we’ve never even met?”
I’m sick of trying to do the logical thing when it comes to love. Watching us round the same track, calculating chances that this whole thing will blow up in our faces.
I don’t know why everything feels so much heavier in a crowd.
People say it should feel good, that it’s the epitome of sexual freedom and singular exploration — something I should be doing in my early 20s while I still can.