Brooklyn, NY.
Every time a man is forced to squeeze his body between two other people on the train and makes the uncomfortable, ugly grimace of self-awareness as he realizes that his body takes up too much space, a fairy gets her wings.
If I can’t drink you and/or you don’t make me feel good then I don’t wanna be friends with you.
Hold it close to your mouth
Whisper “I’m fucking over your bullshit” into your cupped hands
Set it down
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