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I’ve always thought that there’s something essentially radical about a woman deciding her life is worthy of writing down.
This was the first time I’m realizing that snowflakes are actually shaped like snowflakes. I always thought it was an abstract thing like drawings of hearts.
A boy shared his umbrella with me and I got his name wrong and I loved being able to feel powerful in those two ways.
I wish I had never found out about karma.
Usually, when she shared a bed with a boy, she was the one whose eyes opened first.
I have some friends who I just can’t imagine with any guy. They are too huge, too overwhelming. It would be like pinning a massive carnation to a baby’s lapel.
“I haven’t been taking very good care of myself” I told him. “I’m sick and I’ve been staying up late and smoking cigarettes.” Then I remembered he had just bought $150 worth of cocaine.
Dry humping is alright but if the person isn’t kissing you it’s like a joke of degradation.
A receipt blew out of my hand. I was ready to let it go but a concerned girl ran after it so I had to act as though I cared- about the environment, about my finances.
I have no idea what he would look like without his beard and I’m afraid to find out.
It looks like an adult cocktail party put through a blender.
This is just more evidence that everything in my life is about me.
I’m not answering your calls, just in case I’m in love with you.
we’re dunk on the floor in the dark. I say “your breath smells like babies.” You say “that’s because I just ate a baby.”
It always feels like im sitting in a waiting room with guys, a boring waiting room, I’ve always read all the magazines.
I’m learning that just because someone is smart, funny and good in bed, it doesn’t mean they’re nice
I’m playing with my hair, slathering it on my face like lotion
His dick keeps slipping out. As a woman, I’ve been trained to believe this is my fault.
In the shower we are as polite as naked strangers.
our time together is just a countdown to when he’ll ignore me again.
He looked like my father then, so I turned away. He looked more like my father in the other direction, so I turned back.
