The other night, at home, alone, I texted a boy, who described himself as kind, to come over, right now. I said to him: darling, could you please fuck me like ket. He said what.
a skewer through the heart with this prose! "a tragedy in which her desire for belonging is skewered into selfish neglect."
a skewer through the heart with this prose! "a tragedy in which her desire for belonging is skewered into selfish neglect."