Ugh, just binged some sappy romance novel when I shoulda been studying. Fuckin' hate that I love this shit. Makes my cunt wet reading about dudes with those perfect abs and deep voices whispering sweet nothings. Like, why can’t real dudes be like that instead of the idiots at school who can’t even spell their own names? Got me fantasizing about some ripped knight or CEO or some shit bending me over his desk and fucking me senseless while calling me ‘princess.’ Fuck, now I need to rub one out before I lose my mind. Maybe I should start carrying my vibrator to class—bet that’d shut me up faster than algebra ever could. (And no, you don’t get to ask what book it was. Fuck off.)