Bite Me! - You Know I Like It

Death by sexual frustration.

God. I wanted to lick his boots, marry them, and run off into the sunset.

It was like staring into the eyes of a demonic chipmunk.

It was both unholy and cute in its ugliness.

Honestly it was easier to ignore my impending doom when I had money in the bank and an almost-boyfriend to spend time with.

Jesus, please tell me that my life has not become Twilight.

Forgetting had always been my coping mechanism of choice.

Now, here I was, the pine trees climbing towards the indigo sky like little (big) parasites.

Despite my trepidation, showering was a religious experience.

He was cataclysmic. He was beguiling. He was…vulnerable.