When you stop liking everyone, it doesn’t mean you’ve become closed off or hard. It just means you’ve become so happy you can finally let yourself free.
I want people to read my writing. I don’t want people to read me through my Instagram photos.
If Facebook removed the “like” button, Instagram took down the heart key, and Twitter did away with the retweet function, would we really be using these networks as much? Or at all?
Why did I ask him to fuck me twice? If he was the right person, he would only have to fuck me once and that would be enough.
Before I knew it, I was jilling off all the time. It was as ritual as emptying my bladder.
Even hostessing, for all its challenges and frustrations, had its benefits. Lessons learned from the messy mistakes are invaluable. For those I am grateful.