⸻ self-ships

• melissa schemmenti x me

that is it. this ginger has been at the forefront of every romantic or less-than-chaste thought i have had in the past 6 months. i look at her and my ovaries do backflips. i want to kiss her until 44 of the 55% of water in my body is her spit. would i, a 20-year-old, maladjusted, oxytocin-addled, lovesick, stalker-lite woman have anything in common with a 60-year-old southern elementary school teacher? no. however she would be charmed by the compelling juxtaposition between my youthful zest for life (fresh out of the cradle) (barely out of high school) (one foot in childhood) (a third of her age) (two generations apart) (glaring gap in life experience) (susceptibility to financial and emotional dependence) and my old soul (steam profile with 100 hours in sudoku). we would simply make it work. i am certain of thwhy are you running away