Are we dating?
Are we fucking?
Are we best friends?
Are we something, in between that?
I wish we never fucked and I mean that.
But not really. You say the nastiest shit in bed and it’s fuckin’ awesome.
I’m so grown up.
In the past week, I’ve bought a new vacuum cleaner, a kitchen clock, a bedside lamp and photo frames, put up a shelf, scrubbed the toilet and the shower, set up direct debits for our bills and opened a joint bank account.
Run at me, adulthood.
they say it all started when humans started determining what was and wasn’t raven
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Just. Wow.
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Watching the sun rise on Inverloch jetty with my Wobba on his birthday weekend. This was a perfect moment.
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Next payday, you will be mine.
