Another one who won’t heed the warning because, since time immemorial, red flags are sexy. Remember this moment when you’re in a cuddle puddle at a transformational festival camp at 2 AM high on acid and Molly with a bunch of other similar looking girls and you reach over and cuddle a shoulder thinking it’s her when you realize it’s some other sparkle pony girl rolling dick and squeezing your arm while you’re confusedly asking around where your girl is and you find out from her friend that she decided to run off to some renegade set on the other side of camp and maybe she’ll catch you later. But you never see her again and you wonder what ever happened to her, if the two weeks you spent together, running around from party to party after she asked you randomly in the crowd if you have pills and if you want to make out, even mattered until one day you can’t even remember her name or if it even really happened.
1) actually into you or not, despite all the hippie camp sex.
2) still alive or not, potentially for more hippie camp sex.
3) if she was the one that stole all your drugs, probably while having said hippie camp sex, that was supposed to carry you through by bartering the rest of festival season.
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u/Satelite_of_Love 21h ago
Mmmm yes please