if i could describe myself in three words:
my ideal date:
i take you to the waffle house. we can’t hear each other over the sound of what’s new pussycat playing on repeat. it’s not unusual never plays.
we leave without eating. we hold hands. our hands meld together. i realize I’ve been on a date with myself. you never existed.
three things i couldn’t live without:
my organs probably
my best friend