I’m peeved at the whole of dude-dom that have apparently established an unwavering rhetoric and rule book for ****ing with my fragile feathered heart. Continue reading Thoughts on Love
I asked my love what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object.
“Nothing,” he said, “because there is no such thing as either. The universe wouldn’t exist if there were.”
I thought, “No, you idiot. They fall in love.” Continue reading Another Kind of Splendor