is so weird.
sometimes i legit feel like i’m living inside a ya novel.
good inspiration for your stories, you may say.
listen: i have plenty of ideas.
i’m a grown woman who wants a grown man who wants a real relationship.
remember “ben” from the ghosting post? he resurfaced.
i am writing in lowercase because i feel very trepidatious.
being a woman is a glorious and sacred thing.
it is also complicated.
i am a web.
i capture even myself.