There’s No Such Thing As Dressing ‘Slutty’
I am no more sexually available—I am no sluttier—in my shortest skirt than I am in my baggiest sweats.
I am no more sexually available—I am no sluttier—in my shortest skirt than I am in my baggiest sweats.
Being a “Senior Washed Up Girl” never looked so drunk.
It’s fun to miss him. And it’s fun to be without him, because it’s fun to be with just me.
I don’t care if you’re on birth control and he’s the captain of the football team, ejaculates gold, and is “definitely STD-free”—USE. A. CONDOM.
I feel this deep, silent energy move through me, following her voice—from my toes up to my head. I’m here. I wonder if my mom is here, too.
You’ve always been encouraged to put your schoolwork/career first.
“Love is when you kiss a girl for the first time and then you know that you’ll never be bored again because you can always just think about kissing her.”
If I hadn’t come home—if hadn’t boarded that flight—I never would’ve found him.
I’m going to think about you. And I’m going to miss you. And I’m going to love you until we can be together, for real, again. Anything short of that would be failure—and neither of us are very good at losing.
Hip hop lyrics so deep, you’ll think Plato rapped ‘em.