MAN 1 (in a high pitched, whiny voice) Look what you’ve done to my peonies!

my therapist: yeah come on in, you can put your purse down wherever, i’ll be with you in just a second.

when the months keep passing by even though you’re not in the head space to emotionally process them and you realize it is impossible to escape the passage of time

when ur hanging out in ur apartment u’ve got some candles lit ur feeling good u’ve had 8 glasses of wine then down in the street u hear two beautiful boys skateboarding or doing flips or something so u invite them up and they say where’s the bed and they ask if they can sit on the bed and u tell them sure but the sheets are expensive japanese linen and they tell u they’re not even soft:

You left

me and the girls getting together to perform rituals of femininity and depersonalization