No let’s not be friends. I don’t want to be friends with pieces of shit.
I spent today celebrating love at the New York City Pride Parade, and for someone who doesn’t like being in crowds (unless it’s for music) and who has never been to an NYC parade before, I was actually very excited to be a part of this. While today was an amazing and unforgettable experience, I’m …
You’ll probably never know how I feel because I’ve never told you outright.
Thank you for letting me experience what love is like.
It’s something I want to share with someone who shares theirs with me.
Because you’re building a life with someone who doesn’t even see you in their future.
You were full of promise, excuses, and ultimately, disappointment.
I guess I just love being treated like shit.
Am I, as my boys so gracefully say it, a pussy?
This weekend only: Millioneiress Pop Up Shop! Because you’re not going to Governors Ball or Summer jam anyway.