February 2011
“Screw poetry, it’s you I want, your taste, rain on you, mouth on your skin.”
— Margaret Atwoodbed
i am gonna slowly slip inside… i’ll twist and turn; likely be in numerous sweaty positions tonight… and in the morning - i’m gonna pull out of you, sneak off to the shower and leave you in a mess.
“Why did you leave?”
“Problems with a male”
“Boyfriend?”
“Something like that”
“When you just left him like that..?”
“That’s the only way to leave
‘I don’t love you anymore. Goodbye’ “
“And supposing you do still love them?”
“You don’t leave”
Watch the movie Closer. Natalie Portman as a stripper. GET IT GIRLLL
Its one of those nights and well… someone needs to come here and do bad things with me.
Cheers
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“Then no matter where you are, in a crowded restaurant or on some desolate street or even in the comforts of your own home, you’ll watch yourself dismantle every assurance you ever lived by.”
—Mark Z. Danielewski (via dailystendhalnitesaudade)
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I’ve missed driving in the rain…
On my way back to NY…
Will Mabry… you will be missed.
I am heading down to Savannah in a few days and will be staying there all weekend…