In addition to not putting pen to paper, F. fancies:
Unrequited Reciprocal love, her best friends, Lesley Gore, Cuban coffee, bein' a toughie, red lipstick, progressive politics, working class love songs, fuckin' up, lovin' down, and hot [h]air...
...Emphasis on the 'hot', darling.
A writerly friend posted this to Facebook and while the flowery language is a bit much at times, it’s food for thought nonetheless.
i made a tiny resolution earlier this afternoon to get my health shit together. there’s no reason i can’t still be a tiny stallion with loads of energy and giddy serotonin-based confidence again. everything is falling into place yet i miss those bits of myself, so i’mma get ‘em back.