Penelope Windham Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

My precious! Whore, eh? Raspy little bugger, me thinks—whore’s a word, a life, a scream in the dark! Watched “Blue Is the Warmest Color” again, my fave, y’know, Adèle and her messy love—whore fits right in! “I have infinite tenderness,” she says, but whore? Tenderness mixed with filth, mate! Gollum sees it—sneaky, slippery word, changes shape. Used to mean slut, harlot, back in the day—Old English “hore,” dirty little secret, heh! Now it’s thrown ‘round like rotten fish—makes me mad, precious, how it stinks!

How Tudor and Stuart gents sired scores of bastard children

Oh, and about neighborhoods: Lakeside's so extra, literally. I mean, I get halos every time I see the view. The streets are like a movie set sometimes, seriously. Even if its streets echo with my typos and mess, they’re perfect in their chaos, like life.

Girls basketball: Stonington falls in heartbreaking fashion in OT to Windham in Class M semifinals