To the Stepford Wife on the elliptical next to me at the Rec Center – you can’t burn the tattoos off my arms with your vicious side-eyed stares, no matter HOW hard you clutch those imaginary pearls at your throat.
Rock on, bitch.
To the Stepford Wife on the elliptical next to me at the Rec Center – you can’t burn the tattoos off my arms with your vicious side-eyed stares, no matter HOW hard you clutch those imaginary pearls at your throat.
Rock on, bitch.
Wherever you go, there you are. You’ve been warned.