a f*cked-up fairytale, playlist. there are those pieces of music in our lives, the songs and albums we have deep, emotional relationships with — the music that reminds you of a fucked-up love affair and sends daggers through your stomach as a result of it, the album that takes you back to riding in the passenger’s seat … Continue reading music & a playlist.
He’s been calling all day. I know what he wants. I’m content to lounge, though. In pajama pants and dirty Uggs, the grey t-shirt I love and will wear forever, reading a fucked-up novel and wallowing in the self-pity she left behind with me. Ignoring him doesn’t work. Apparent at 10:45 p.m. when he arrives … Continue reading january 28 – an excerpt from a f*cked-up fairytale.