February 2012
10 posts
Skinny Love
Nantes
Needle in the Hay
I miss you dearly but I’m afraid to say anything serious. Terrified of being inappropriate. I really shouldn’t be. Not after everything. Blood and snow and all that.
I'd fly to from anywhere
Pathetic. Cathartic, inconsiderate, insecure bastard. Preoccupied, narcissistic prick.
“I’ve left my balls stewing in Galliano: you will love the taste.”
– Sexy the Barbarian
instance: Extrapolate
How do you deal with being desensitised when you know you’re that way? What are you supposed to do? Can you force yourself to feel the right way about something or do you just know that something is wrong? How do you know that something is wrong? How are you supposed to gage a stranger? How the hell can you judge someone you don’t know. Are they saying what they mean or are they...
January 2012
13 posts
Watch90s90s90s:
Picket Fences (1992-1996) - Chocolate Cake, Game Boy and Me [gif]
December 2011
8 posts
November 2011
14 posts
Why the hell do my balls smell like apple tartlettes?
Don’t ever let it get to you.
Through nervousness and fear, I have become desensitised. Between my rare and intense blazes of love, I’ve neglected experience. The meat market of internet porn, though all searches will always fall inadequate. It could never be an answer and never could be. To be bold is the way to be. Foolish is only a way to be in hindsight and should be cherished as it happens.
October 2011
22 posts
How fast my heart was beating was not appropriate. What I was thinking was not appropriate. How bothered I am is not appropriate.
So...
It might just be me, but a genuine 1969 newspaper print of Marty Feldman’s Volkswagen advert found under my floor, cannot just be shoved into a bottom drawer. To me, it’s only by some ridiculous circumstance that it has survived so far and to just shove it into a drawer isn’t inline with it’s value. Yeah, It’s just an advert from 42 years ago but it’s an awesome...