TinyMicStories

all the shit y'all didn't know girls talked about

[labella-instagram]

[tinymicgirl]

*looks up to sky*

[ganseyblues]

[tinymicgirl]

all we can do is keep trying

[anti-fucking-social-deactivated]

[tinymicgirl]

California, I’m coming for you

[tinymicgirl]

5AM drive out of MA

[amanitacaplan]

On October 1, 1989 seven extraordinary humans were born. On July 31, 2020, they return.

[insomniac-arrest]

“Jolene” has all my favorite energies in one place

the complete set

[tinymicgirl]

Miley has all my energies in general

[tinymicgirl]

The almost-perfect guy

we went on 4 perfect dates. I couldn’t tell you which one was my favorite if I tried. Man, he was funny, he had goals, and he spoke with a slightly higher intellect than me, which was okay. I’m talking- take me to the top of a building downtown to look at the city lights in the middle of the night; take me on a motorcycle ride out to a beautiful lake to watch the sunset (this is the part where you go “yughhh,” its okay, I almost did too.) and then one night he tries to make a move after I’ve been sweating all day... not something I find very sexy. AND we had been running some errands all day so I wore my comfortable granny panties because I had no intentions of sleeping with him [that day]. There’s a whole science behind it and sometimes I wish I were a little more fun than that but I can’t change who I am. Anyway, so I have to turn him down about 3x and he keeps coming at me and I finally start to put my shoes on to head out. It must have been PMS week because I began to cry about how uncomfortable I felt with the whole situation. Some guys really don’t get it the first time. Well, he noticed I was upset and he sat up next to me, put his arm on my knee and told me he understood if we had to move at a slower pace. He said he liked me enough and sex “didn’t really matter” much if I wanted to take a step back. WOW. what a guy, right? Shortly afterwards, I gathered my things and my embarrassment, and headed out. When I got home, I figured I’s let him know and he responded with something sweet. Something along the lines of “I really like spending time with you.“ Oh yeah, and the dick pic. That’s what sealed the deal. Somehow, after seeing me fall apart for the first time, he knew exactly what I needed: a penis portrait. I felt wayyyyy better afterward and slept like an angel that night thanks to my knight in raging testosterone. And they say romance is dead... anyway, that’s how my dating life is going lately.