found this on a bench in the forest and it made me sad
It is you. It is fucking you. I cannot describe it anymore, it is you. You are the only one that I will ever want. I belong with you. You are my home. I look at you, and somehow I can see 50 years from now on the front porch of some old house in the middle of nowhere and we’re together. I need you. You are the only thing that matters. You are my good.
the worst part about periods is like
i wash you, vagina
i buy you nice toys
i even give you a hair cut sometimes
and you gon do me like this, vagina?
you gon do me like this BITCH PANTIES DON’T GROW ON TREES