11/13
we are in bed. i am the big spoon even though im smaller. X: i could love you forever / Y: you're too good for me / X: your hands need lotion /Y: i don't even know you
11/12
we are at the dinner table. my mom says "Beyonce shouldn't make country music!" (she only wants Dolly to make country music). "But she's from Texas!" I scream, full of rage, and throw my pasta on the floor
11/11
we are in a bedroom. i am having sex with my exes ex (my ex is also there but just watching in a weirdly supportive way). my exes ex hangs a rope from the ceiling and swings in circles around me. she looks absurd. we are laughing hysterically. we never touch. i understand something deep and visceral about their love
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