“Every Girl I Know” writes, and says constantly:
“I’m afraid after I have kids it’s gonna be a hot dog down a hallway.”
“It’s for real, roast beefy. Like, the inner lips are way too big. That shit looks like it’s been chewed on. Fruit leather.”
“I’m insecure about the smell, taste, and appearance of my vagina and blah blah blah endlessly.”
