I feel like ruining a fake historical garment while dating a BPD serial romantic right after divorcing your husband who committed social suicide though anti semitism who made peace w you by “returning your sex tapes” is the most human she’s ever been. All while never expressing a single emotion physically. I am her…
Me and this hinge date that started a bit where we pretend to be a couple. I’m wearing a 2020 visco girl TikTok pastel cape cod sweater w linen pants and margiela paint splatter replicas in this airport hotel lobby. Taking selfies.





















