i don’t believe i’ve ever changed a source. what exactly are you talking about?
i must be a really strange person to have sex with.
“nice belly button!”
“i just love the look of used condoms.”
one of the many reasons today wasn’t the best day ever:
the guy whose dick i sucked last week is ignoring me. i’d like to add that he’s been my friend for 2 years, so he wasn’t a one night stand. the sad part is that i sent him three text messages and one Facebook IM before i got the hint. i’m not desperate, just clueless. also, i was an only child for 9 years, so i guess i’m just not used to being ignored. dude, all i want to tell you is that i finally thought of an answer to your question, “what do you think vaginas look like?” they look like cocoons and/or a small person wearing a hood like the grim reaper! also, that first text i sent you? that was a lie. you really don’t have a talented tongue. i just thought it was polite to thank people for sexual favors.
1. I want to refer to someone as Lover Lip.
2. I miss having a penis to play with.
He lodges roses into bullets,
plants bruises atop eager tulips.
She bathes in petal’s milk,
cracks leather whips
across flesh mountains,
covers skin in lavender constellations
and marmalade bruises.
He is the breath of a caress,
the fading linen between thigh and chest.
She is the exhilarating gasp,
the moment before palm meets ass.
Their lavender thrives underground.
Authority penetrates soil
with lavender wisps,
attempting to stain
those who realize
a fuck is not a kiss.
traaaaang, yes, i did! it was interesting. haha. do you have an ask box?
i really think i lack coping skills, because it’s been over 3 and a half weeks since trevor uprooted our two year relationship, and i’m not even close to feeling happy for very long, much less moving on or whatever the hell people attempt to do at this point. my favorite way to cope is to think about how i made out with a drunk bro this weekend. he was wearing a baseball cap and knew the words to every rap song that played. when i said “wow, you sure know all of the words”, he was like “oh, i’m just singing as i go”. also, he sort of rested his head on my shoulder as he chanted “i’m so wasted, i’m so wasted”. i’m not sure if those were song lyrics, his actual thoughts, or both. i giggle just thinking about it. i can’t believe this is currently my life.