Me, looking in the mirror every morning: Absolutely superb you funky little lesbian
“You’re not perfect, and let me save you the suspense: this girl you’ve met, she’s not perfect either. But the question is whether or not you’re perfect for each other.”
Good Will Hunting (1997)
How Well Did You Sleep Last Night?
I slept unhinged and twisted with a broken heart. Honey on my chest. Anguished eyes glistening with tears. My misery stood at the side of the bed in hysterics. Numb and exhausted. Feeling hopeless. Wrapped in lavender curtains until twilight.
He ran a hand through my hair, “You say your heart is broken, but your love is beautiful.”
I shook my head, “Yeah. I don’t know.” I shook my head. “Probably.” I traced his face with my fingertips, “You can’t make the charges stick.”



