It’s funny because whenever I wear a nice dress I’m always compelled to flash my panties.
And you tried to change, didn’t you? Closed your mouth more. Tried to be softer, prettier, less volatile, less awake… You can’t make homes out of human beings. Someone should have already told you that. And if he wants to leave, then let him leave. You are terrifying, and strange, and beautiful. Something not everyone knows how to love.
Now Kristina, was that very nice to say?
Kristina, what have we learned about sharing?
Kristina, is that guy really a fucktard idiot?
Have we spent too much time on the nasty internet?
Isn’t it somebody’s bedtime?