I’m 40 And Perfect Popular Girls Are STILL A Pain In My Ass

Something soothing for the perpetually imperfect.

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I give word hugs. I can’t be there to buy you a coffee I mean a wine, and let you vent to me even though venting accomplishes very little, and I certainly can’t make the overwhelming realities of like…being alive go away. But I can write to you in a way that I hope makes you feel seen. I hope I can help us feel…