writing my methodology for a poem about unrequited love and swans while i listen to cellophane and think about chocolate oranges and the guy i was kind of seeing. what a sweet simple way to be. i think i like being this boring
smut is actually so hard to write now that i’ve had sex. like i don’t remember SHIT about it. feel like i knew more when i was a little virgin lmfaoooo
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