December 2008
3 posts
i remember
writing that we were like branches on the same tree, and we kept growing out and out from each other, but we came from the same place, and I couldn’t exist without the same things you couldn’t exist without, and we would start dying all the way at the same time. i wanted more than anything for that to be true, and I guess what i’m saying is that i still want that, for it to be...
“Falling in love, we said; I fell for him. We were falling women. We believed in...”
– hello vagina, you’re out of your mind.