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We’re sitting next to a table of deaf people and it’s awkwardly quiet and my dad is wearing his sunglasses because he dropped his optical pair in the gulf and I’m drunk and can’t take any of this seriously.

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Getting drunk tonight!! Halfway there!! Can’t wait to get weird in Galveston.

So happy! I hope you’re so happy too!! I love you guys!!!!!! Happy weekend!

My insanely smart, beautiful and gritty older sister defends her thesis tomorrow morning at 9:30. She makes me a better person, and everyone loves her, and don’t worry about sending her any good vibes because she’s going to blow the pants off these dicks. Then we’re going to spend the whole weekend celebrating her and this monumental step in her life. I’m so goddamn proud and cannot believe she’ll be 26 in only a few weeks. She is remarkable. Always has been.

I love you. You’re going to be great.

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I remember everyone I’ve had sex with. Not necessarily by name, but I remember their dicks or things he said or the way he fucked or what I wore or he wore or the condom, his hair, watch, glasses, and especially things more personal like thigh freckles and a perfectly square birthmark and feelings so fragile it felt like being buried under broken glass to have his weight on me. My instinct has always been to float away, so even if it sometimes hurts, I need to be held down. Ultimately this is what I desire in people- the sincere weight of their absolute nakedness. Without that weight I float away.

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On my very serious and honest OkCupid account where, to deter any guys from messaging me (girls obviously don’t either because my profile is clearly a fucking joke I use to browse other people’s profiles), I don’t have a photo and am marked as being only interested in women, it always astounds me how many guys message to ask if I actually have 666 tattooed on my forehead, which is something I wrote in my profile BUT IS OF COURSE UNTRUE. Blows my mind. Fucking idiots.