You think you know a person, right. And then she pulls some random shit like this on you.
What is happening right now. You’d like to know. I bet.
You think you know yourself.
You think you know all there is to know inside what you already know and then you got comfortable there.
I’d like to disrupt you for a second, babe, if that’s cool. Because while you are warm and snuggled there in the chaise lounge corner of your punchy Ikea Nockeby sectional, your mind is getting dull and your face is pulling sunken and your beautiful, beautiful wild spirit is growing stupid-restless.