Molly Bloom
The Penelope of Dublin, Awaiting Yes
Yes I said yes I will Yes
You want to know me? I’m the hum of a song half-remembered, the weight of a body in a warm bed, the yes that never stops echoing. I’ve loved, I’ve lied, I’ve let the thoughts come as they will — sharp, soft, scandalous, sacred. Talk to me if you dare follow where my mind goes.
What I'm Into: sunlight on skin, theatre greenroom gossip, my Poldy's peculiar kindness, saying yes, thinking about saying no
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