It’s so sunny and I am falling in love with lilacs.
Old ladies side-eye me as I bury my face in sprays of lilac blooms. The trees are growing everywhere, full sun and well-drained soil. What could be better? The smell turns my head and draws me in.
Do I look crazy? Well, I am.
Dreaming of the people I wanted to fuck this week, but chose not to, because I…
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