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intolerance is a failure of curiosity, and it’s always stuck with me. Am I being quick to judge things I know next to nothing about?
She doesn’t look away as my gaze holds hers. It’s this, and the way her voice goes a little hoarse when she says, “I’ll tell you anything you want to know,” that make me suspect I am absolutely, irrevocably, and undeniably fucked.
“I really don’t think my ovaries can take any more,” I mumble. He turns, adjusting her weight over his shoulder. “What’s that?” I cough delicately into a fist. “Clear night, don’t think there’s rain in store.”
so real
“You don’t have to pretend,” he says. “You always take my breath away.”
screaming crying throwing up
Great for ratings, terrible for my mental health.
Across from me, Jess gives me a disapproving frown. I tap my forehead to remind her that face will give her wrinkles. I’m such a good friend and she never thanks me for these things.
Is this thirty-seven-year-old Fizzy’s kink? Honesty, accountability, and open communication?
Fuck, he’s perfect. This is awful.
