*throws flower petals at you* be my friend
Emily Maguire in ‘Like a Virgin’ for The Monthly
this is so annoyingly true. i hate that shit
Sooooo guess who couldn’t be happier to have the sweetest and most caring boyfriend in the world…me.
i thought of you, while in the shower
and i thought of how nice it’d be
to have your things among my things
along the bathtub’s edge
and i imagined myself running out of soap
and using yours
and wearing you to work, and the grocery store
and i imagined that night, laying down beside you
and smelling your neck
and finding out where all my soap had gone
Red lipstick makes me feel like I could cut a man’s heart out with a high heel shoe and fucking eat it.
You either know what I’m talking about or you don’t