din lilla fitta

It's 2am and you're slightly drunk and you're out in your new dress and even though you're hurting inside when the random stranger-turned-friend of the night asks if he can kiss you, you let him in the hopes it will help with the silent pain you've been harbouring alone since you arrived back. And then you sit under the stars and talk about your exes.
Next week you find yourself at 3am in your car singing loudly to Taylor Swift with a drunk Swede and it's completely platonic but you had so much fun anyway learning how to say "you're a pussy" in Swedish.
And then HE gets mad at you for not responding which really means you know he was expecting a reply and didn't expect that you'd not respond, but you don't know whether you should feel hopeful or empowered or both.


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