I feel like a part of Mum died tonight when she pieced together that I wasn’t a virgin. She did the ‘Mum pout’ of ‘oh shit, she’s not a kid anymore’.
So this is the accuracy of my life … then she texted back telling me she’d be arriving home in a strech limo … bloody fuck
At least I was Mags intead of Trixie
So this fucking happened
So, being as blind as I am, I couldn’t see a picture. It was a man with his shirt up and I thought that he perhaps had a tattoo. So, being a stupid idiot, I made the picture larger. It was a man showing his penis … so naturally I said rather loudly - That’s a penis, that’s a man’s penis.
From my sister’s room I hear - You’re following the wrong people on that website. You hate penises.
What do you know of true love?
Well, not so much as you, perhaps, but not so little as you might think.
You? You loved someone?
It was a brief flicker of light amidst an ocean of darkness.
I suppose I can say that I hold many a love for many people, but I am not in love with anyone. I have thought I have been, but that has only led to heartbreak. I always look to my parents when I try and figure things out. My Mum once said to my Dad, “You are the love of my life, I could never be without you.” (I’m honestly crying as I write this). If I ever find love half as amazing as theirs, I’ll be forever happy.
Be well, kind anon.
A compilation of my favourite ‘little stories’ from tumblr.