December 2009
103 posts
women calls 999 about annoying cat →
and as much as you might think it’s possible and achievable, you can’t fix me and it won’t happen because it can’t. fix is the wrong word but it’s the best i’ve got.
to fuck with love phase III
to fuck with love. to love with all the heat and wild of fuck the fever of your mouth devouring all my secrets and my alibis leaving me pure burned into oblivion. the sweetness UNENDURABLE. mouth barely touching mouth. nipple to nipple we touched and were transfixed by a flow of energy beyond anything I have ever known. we TOUCHED! and two days later my hand embracing your semen-dripping cock...
OH MY GOD. LITTLE GIRL RIDING AROUND ON HER ROLLERSKATES ON HER WOODEN FLOOR UPSTAIRS. WHAT. IS. THE. DEAL?!!!!!!!!!!!!!
for now i can definitely say that i’m sick and tired of all those ‘classic beauties’, you know those ones, they all seem to know too much.
life lessons pt 1: DON’T TAKE YOUR MOODS OUT ON EVERYONE ELSE
“what lingered after them was not life, but the most trivial list of mundane...”
LOVE LIFE, LOVE BODILY FLUIDS
when i grow up i’m gonna buy a rabbit
strange things will happen if you let them
BELIEVE ON THE LORD JESUS CHRIST AND THOU SHALT BE SAVED
i love those fizzy little air bubbles you get at the bottom of your cup when you’re drinking fizzy juice. they look like those wee silver sugar balls you put on top of your cakes.
“My one regret in life is that I am not someone else.”
- woody allen
“I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I...”
– roy croft
do you remember when we met, that’s the day i knew you were my pet
and i’ll say goodnight before it turns sour because sour ain’t as sweet as u
and i don’t want you to feel like i don’t care, because i do, it’s just finding the best, most suitable way to show it that’s taking a while.
christmas is good when you’ve got friends and a mum
I LOOOOVE YOU AND THAT IS ALL I’LL EVER HAVE TO SAY TO YOU!
there’s so much shit that i want but i’m not even getting money for crimbo :( my life is GONE
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Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. Did she have a...