i miss when AI didn’t exist and we wrote heartfelt letters to our lovers that died in war and spent the rest of our days haunting the shoreline, leading sailors to their doom as they mistook our crying for singing.
spent a week offline and write poetry, the real question is do I share that madness under the guise of “girlblogging”
Remembering how I lost my virginity to Chase Atlantic but the mf was so bad I now despise the band.
Danez Smith, from "summer, somewhere"
you ever get so upset you almost throw up?
spiritually my hair reaches my waist, physically i look like the ugliest lesbian ever.
“You’re so strong for that..”
Thanks but that’s not all I am, let me be sad, frustrated, fearful, or even God Forbid- let me be soft.