The girl who used to hide empty vodka bottles in her bedroom closet has a baby. Everything is the same and changing all at once. “Where did the time go?” is a mantra we repeat at every gathering. “Where did the time go?”
So you just met someone you really like. I mean, really, really like.
You aren’t afraid of looking foolish.
I wear your blue checkerboard boxers when the sun forces itself inside my room, a sweltering of heat usually caused by your lips on my neck.
I’d rather stitch myself back together than never know how it feels to come apart for someone wonderful.
Though I couldn’t understand what exactly was happening at the time, I knew one thing: my aunt’s sexuality was not something she wanted broadcast. I had, unintentionally, embarrassed her.
Ruby Rose. Because, holy sh*t. Just look at her.
How silly, that a heart icon could make me feel tingly and nervous. My fingers get trigger happy and want to text you. But I don’t know. I’m afraid of being too much.
The boy will be wearing a collared shirt and hug you when he walks into the room. You do not want to let go, but there are too many people.
You roll deep with a team of fiercely independent and fly women, supporting and championing each other in all endeavors. You wear what you want, say what you want, and know you can do all things through Riri, who strengthens you.