I’m not a pilgrim I’m just scared of fucking strangers
I’m horny yet apprehensive—not in a fun way either. I deeply envy my friends who are comfortable fucking strange at a moments notice! I deeply envy my past self who was comfortable doing it as well! In moments like these I feel like Wile E. Coyote chasing after my Roadrunner self from a past life. (I don't think that makes any sense? If you get it you get it if you don't you don't if you know you know.)