Sticks & Stones

It’s been brewing for a couple of days; a tingling beneath my skin longing to be touched. Today, it is a fever. So lost in thoughts of tangled limbs and rumpled bed sheets that I can barely see straight. As I type, I remind myself to breathe to hide how wound up I am. And I am SO wound up.

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Mood.

If you’re a blogger who gets her clicks writing about the joys of single life, then gets into a relationship, do us all a favor: don’t start writing about how “broken” the “Cool Girls” are. Your graduation from Tinder swipes to Sunday morning cuddles doesn’t make the rest of us choosing to fly solo “broken.”