it’s not just lesbians. it’s usually straight women. they watch, they approach, their eyes flickering uncertainty over why they’re here, and yet, they are here, looking for something.
experimental stream of consciousness writer who may or may not be a liar. sanest person you've ever met but i'll look you in the eyes like a computer eating magnets. what i don't know about you, i'll make up. and you'll still love me because you don't know where i went that moment you swore i disappeared. my moods chase the seasons and i hear it makes an interesting read. i like smelling good.