A friend told me that vaginas can rip when women give birth and that blew my mind. Why do women deal with us?
She wears my clothes. I love it. No idea why. I guess it makes me feel protective or something.
I woke up with a handprint on my chest and back after a night of good sleep, and I have no idea how it got there. I was home alone for the night, and the handprints were bigger than mine.
When even the things that suck–illness, car problems, putting together IKEA furniture–become bearable with them around.
“You make my heart feel full.”
Post dumb IG stories just to see if she viewed.
“If I go out of my way to spend time with you, you must be important to me.”
Pajamas. Girls in comfy clothes = girls who like to cuddle.
“I’d take you to the movies but they don’t let snacks in.”
“Well. A person. Which is all the more lively as I’m upstairs in my house.”