may have just impulsively bailed on the métro to walk through st. henri in the snow who are you what have you done with h?
Last night I slept with a very attractive 35-year-old carpenter/grad student named Aaron, SUCH a step up from TREVOR."
Sound. I love herrrr.
i’m the kinda girl who wants a pedicure sub, but no nail polish. just the foot massage and buffing part.
this weekend at some point i was locked out of sound’s apartment and climbed a trellis and then jumped onto her balcony to knock on her roommate’s window and the sliding glass door. the roommate said i looked like a “cat burglar” because i was wearing black pants, black boots, a black leather jacket, black leather gloves, and a black toque. this pleased me. earlier that night, the lesbian night we were at was playing batman returns and it was the scene where michelle pfeiffer transforms. when i got inside after catburglaring my way in, sound was boning a straight dude from this club that was full of straight girls talking about how much they wanted to meet lesbians in the bathroom, while blasting frank ocean. the straight dude was kicked out at 8:30 am at which point we coined the term “trevor,” as in, “ugh, that dude is such a fucking trevor. all in all, a perfect night.
"northern lad," my teen anthem
i don’t know why i didn’t realize i was totally fucking gay, y’all. because heteronormativity.
dont teach little girls to hate other little girls. dont tell them other girls are mean and catty and gossip and talk behind their backs. dont tell them girls will steal their boyfriends and take all the blame off the boys who leave. dont tell them boys are better for any reason. dont teach lil girls to hate lil girls because they’ll grow into women who hate other women and there’s enough people in the world who hate women, thanks
staging some ridic lunar eclipse in aries night adventures in the southwest at the moment.