On Making Peace
I absolutely fucking hate making peace with things. It doesn't come naturally, not even a tiny bit. If you need someone in your life who makes everything a brawl and has to go down kicking and screaming every step of the way, hit me up.
Certain currents have shifted a little recently, which Prettiest Girl Shalini attributes to the retrograde (I mean, what else could it be?) – which means I have to now adjust to seeing people differently and contending with lingering resentment. I've never sat well with unfairness, even when it's one of those things where you shouldn't really think in terms of fair.










