I don’t know how the fuck I’m supposed to write this. I’m not a poet, and I feel like I’d have to be one to impress upon you what last Sunday was like for me. I feel like to convey how sexy it was I’d have to tell a story…
Communication and Vocalization
Really Peroxide, another one of these “guess what I did last night?” posts, really? Yeah, really. Deal with it. Tavi and I went out to brunch on Sunday, my favorite place, it was quite lovely. I’ve been thinking about, worrying about, fretting over the boundary discussion I knew we needed…