Self-Loathing Nighttime Conversations
You will hate this.
This is where I store scraps of conversations that I have with people in New York City. Because I sorta hate myself, most of these conversations are with or about girls. Most scenes take place in bars or beds.
I warned you.
Return of the Repressed
I tumbled that and got zero notes; you tumbled that and got 23.
Are you breaking up with me or am I breaking up with you?