People there is a butch wearing plaid and chopping wood right in front of me.
She is chopping wood for a backyard fire pit.
....so I can make smores.
I'm tipsy off vodka tonics blended with black berries and basil.
I sleep on a twin mattress pushed under an always open window in the corner of a living room. I can't even tell you how many people live in this house because honestly I can't keep up.
My parents don't know how to talk to me anymore. We're awkward so now I live here.
With a pure white cat on my lap to keep me company.
I feel like I'm 18 again and figuring this out all over again. I feel directionless and without place.
But this girl is seriously spending two hours building up a fire so I can spend ten minutes making smores.
I love lesbians.