at the dmv
today at the dmv I stood against the wall waiting for my number to be called. A senior citizen walks up to me, takes a laminated card out of his shirt pocket and puts it up to my face.
He says, “pick a number.” 1, 2, 3, 4.
I say, “1.”
he smirks and flips the card over. “most people pick 3.”
The card reads, “if you picked 3, you’re a sex addict.”
Then he walked out the door.
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just read over 2 years worth of blog entires and feeling so nostalgic. i’ve come a long way.
I am not my hair.
letting the blood rush.
picnic baby.
Reblog if you are a feminist
my sister made a .gif of our kitty, maury.
my table of little treasures.
my favorite 80’s song. good morning little babies.
peek a boo
made a black out poem for my boyfriend:
I was honestly excited to fuck.
Yet, I wrapped around the night
Rousing in the emotional touching
Of our own universe.
