Bombay Bicycle Club. Baggy pants. High waisted. Waste. Our love. Getting old. Older. My favorite pair of pants. In a long while. Don’t show your legs. Too much. Just because. You have. Something to show. Big. Round glasses. Glittery. Your face. Like nothing. Before. P R O S T I L O R got three comments. On the blog. The first said. That I made them sick. The second. Was I LOVE YOU. The third was. Asking to be. Someone’s girlfriend. All. More or less. Anonymous. It was about me. Having a vagina. And you not making such a fuss. About it. It’s funny. I still have a vagina. I have stopped. Threading my eyebrows. Shaving my armpits. I still get my period. And you. Can’t do anything about it. My legs are not shaved. Either. Just because. Deal with it. You don’t have to. Deal with me. Just deal. With it. Her hair is not light blonde. Anymore. She is back. Five inch memories.The Daily Tutli-Putli.  Soon. Together. There are no. Flaws. Actually.

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