February 2011
how did she capture you? (her lips rest on the glass as she drank her wine. her neckline tempting you ever forward her hands that pushed you back)
fingers brush eyelashes i crave you beyond addiction, you want to be my heroin i want to unzip your pants.
i need to write more and reblog less
Elevators with Strangers
stickysplayhouse:
Four o’clock. Smoked my last cigarette of the work day. It feels like evening now in Santa Monica. The cool breeze from the ocean stings my face in the loveliest way. I approach the door to my tall office building and a silver-haired gentlemen holds the door for me. “See young lady, chivalry is not dead. Not in my generation at least.” I enter the building and wait for the...
When people interrupt me while I'm reading
purpderp:
-meandmysevenstars:
They expect my reaction to be something like:
When really, my reaction is something like:
YES.
gpoy
exactly.
January 2011
“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”
– The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
Infected
dont—try:
It’s a brain disease. It starts small, as most things do. But once it is there is spreads relentlessly; mini she-soldiers marching bare breasted though my mindscape. These thoughts are only electrochemical signals but they fire repeatedly. Little currents to form a sea of her to breath in; lungs full, with a smile and a erection like a sinking mast. I see her in waves; twisting...
You nurture this fragile body as though you've...
white-winter:
(via kevinidentity, tierneylee)
2 tags
i was leaning against the wall, watching the man i came with play beer pong. the house was filled from top to bottom with sorority girls and fraternity boys. everywhere i looked, there were men doing push ups and cartwheels, yelling and raising their beer. the girls were flipping their girl, moving their hips in short skirts, making that god awful “wooo!” sound everytime the song...
met a guy at a house party over beer pong. he almost ended up getting jumped by the frat boys and the man i came with because he wouldn’t leave me alone. still trying to work out how that happened. story to come.
2 tags
time to go meet some frat boys
“Intelligence without ambition is a bird without wings.”
– Salvador Dali (via onhiatusfornow)
s is for
underseabumblebee:
that stupid girl you fucked back in tucson
whatchyamacallit:
she has piano fingers, she has letters on each fingertip.
she has the waist of a dancer.
she has wide and sparkling eyes
with a touch of mascara they are dazzling.
she has hair with secrets tangled in it.
but she is my best friend because she will gigglesnort with me on the floor.
during some mishap in the middle of our adventure.
she is my best friend because she’ll...
side note: it's never okay to call me a "ho"...
she found, strangely enough, the words still stuck to the page, even after he was gone
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she whispers dirty words in his ear, and somehow she makes them sound like prayers.
he wanted to make her coffee in the morning, to bring it to her in bed and wake her up like that. he wanted to build her a fort. to play monopoly and watch bad movies. he wanted to tie her to his bed and make her scream his name he wanted to take her for walks that are interrupted by rainstorms, so he can drag her back to his house, kissing her in the doorway. he wanted to marvel at the way her...
“I go to poetry the way some people grab an espresso; for an energy shot, a hit...”
– Jeanette Winterson (via thepanicofbirds)
she spilled ink on her sheets, and started to cry. it’s not like this was a new sort of event for her, it was nothing unheard of. her sheets were more ink than original colour anymore. no, it wasn’t so much that as it was the fact that he wasn’t here to make fun of her for it anymore.
“And I know you have a heavy heart; I can feel it when we kiss
So many men...”
– Bright Eyes - Lua
she left the phone off the hook. she didn’t want him to call tonight, and of course, because she didn’t want him to, he would. she didn’t want to be thrown into the turmoil he is bound to create. she wanted to curl up next to her new man, have her forehead kissed, watch the news.
You Should Date An Illiterate Girl « Thought... →
Do it, because a girl who reads possesses a vocabulary that can describe that amorphous discontent as a life unfulfilled—a vocabulary that parses the innate beauty of the world and makes it an accessible necessity instead of an alien wonder. A girl who reads lays claim to a vocabulary that distinguishes between the specious and soulless rhetoric of someone who cannot love her, and the...