Lesbian. Fashion designer. Painter. Femme. Sun worshipper.
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
Her soft brown hair spreads across the blanket.
We look into each other's faces in the pitch black.
"Do you still love her?" she asks
"Ya. I love her and I kind of hate her." I say
I would have let her cat eat my leather skirt.
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