sans.seraph

I used to be so, so good at it in middle school. But it gives you too much power. Once you realize everything is potentially free, the shopping mall becomes a paper moon.

When I was nine, I had my first confession. I had just started needing deodorant but was too afraid to mention puberty in front of my parents. I was sure the priest could smell my sweat through the confessional booth. I don't remember what I confessed, but I do recall he told me that guilt is a blessing. I carry that line with me. It mollifies the hurt. P.S. I am still a sweaty person. I have to use Secret brand Extra Strength

Who can blame her, really, for wanting more?

One of the more erotic fruits. Great in jello.