Aries: You pulled her into the alley and pushed her against the brick wall, her legs wrapped around your waist, your left hand in her hair, both of hers in yours, your right hand traveling up her inner thigh.
I want to text you, so I text that bartender I met in Portland, instead. I let him tell me all the dirty things he’d do to me if I let him fly me there.
Because I didn’t love myself. Because I was too afraid to dig in and tap into what was inside. Because I wasn’t giving myself a chance.
He only loved me when he was sorry.
Listen, I’m not ready for a relationship, but I’m down as fuck for a summer fling.
You want to say no to that second date, SAY NO. Don’t worry about hurting his feelings.
I fell in love with Denver and into disappointment with men once again.
She is most definitely no basic bitch.
I’ve got your name branded on my skin, and it’s got me thinking about tattoos, about the things I would have to do to erase you.
“At least I don’t do crystal meth in the bathroom all night long, bitch.”