And most importantly, I want to say I’m sorry for not seeing you when we were together. I’m glad at least Phoebe fucking Bridgers did. She held you, and now she’s holding me, too.
Category Archives: Dating
on shame: A footnote on sexual communication
“I fear the second I begin to love my body is the moment you’ll begin to resent it.”
Life of a Disgruntled Twenty-Something 