Getting this text from my best friend at 8pm on a Saturday night, woken up from a nap and ordered an obscene amount of Indian food to be deliverooed, I was feeling a little unsure whether I was in fact, quite “ready to party.” But, this being the summer of yes. I rallied, peeled my PJ’s off, threw on my gold silk shirt and some eyeliner and hustled my way into town. 

The morning after. It’s always a weird one. Especially if it’s the first time you’ve hooked up with somebody. Do you spoon? (Y/N) Do you sleep? (Y/N) Personally for me, it’s always a big fat no, I’m so hyper aware of being next to somebody I’m terrified that I will either slap them in the night / fart when I fall asleep / get thirsty and be unable to crawl over their stock still body that I will actually die of thirst, staring at the hundreds of glasses of water, gleaming on their bedside table.