🔺 a goddess of sorts 🔻 (at Mambo Drink)
I am at a Latin dance club with Leah. A slower song just came on and people started holding each other. Holding hips and stepping in twos from side to side. The lights just turned on. It’s over. I have been sitting in this chair watching over the dance floor. The couples dancing, girl-with-girl, boy-with-girl, boy-with-idkursex? They seemed pure. I can’t tell it it’s the martinis and greatful dead and vodka cranberries talking or if I actually have some sort of naive trust for the world. I think everyone was just trying to dance. I wasn’t scared of anything in here tonight. I danced when I wanted and I sat when I wanted and no one bothered me. I think I might come back. I should go find Leah. God it’s nice to connect with people that I connected with in high school. Damn it’s nice to know that although everything has changed, nothing has changed.
If you read this I love you, no matter what. No matter what I love you anyway. I do.
The music stopped. Goodnight.
to the kitty lovers bb you are beautiful too 🐱
Derp Queen 👑
(at Nonantum, Massachusetts)
mom: mama? ma? mommy?
baby: m..mY ANACONDA DONT
“She liked this vicarious view of herself; it excited and reassured her. She wasn’t a directionless girl adrift in a monstrous city, wandering from one confusing social situation to the next, having stupid affairs. She was a bohemian, experimenting. The idea made rock music start playing in her head.”
—Mary Gaitskill, “Trying to Be”
Got my bad baby by my heavenly side