"too vague" writes my English teacher on my essay
kind of like the instructions you gave us you piece of shit
My orgasms suck. I need teeth in my neck, arms around my back, an “I love you” in my ear.
This shit ain’t cutting it.
I need to have as much wild sex as possible so one day I can become an inappropriate old lady that blurts out things like “when I was your age I got a concussion after being bent over a desk” and then my family can be like “grandma please, you’re making easter dinner really uncomfortable” and it’ll be great
i just want little dark brown babies with halos of kinky hair and beautiful brown eyes to run around smelling like coconut oil and shea butter
calling me mommy
asking for apple slices and a bed time story