gender politics
What little I knew about orgasms was culled from the copies of Cosmopolitan I routinely pilfered from my mom, something I’d been doing for quite awhile before I found myself blinking at the Garfield poster on the wall opposite my bed, trying to process what had just taken place.
all my things are broken
Seriously, I just dropped both a bottle of perfume and my phone in the past 10 minutes. It’s like my regular functional hands have been replaced with misshapen blobs of Crisco.