October 2009
September 2009
i think i miss you most on wednesdays and...
looking down on everyone they glow from floating...
grandmal:
might try turning this into a song.
i am having one of the most intense conversations...
and it’s about what color boots my man friend should buy. my life is brilliant.
fuck soup.
i got a second degree burn on my legs from accidentally pouring the hottest soup on them. with no pants on. i fucking win at life.
“WEDNESDAY, JULY 18 - My name is Nick. Someday, if I grow up to become a...”
– Youth in Revolt.
“‘Love is like falconry,’” he said. “Don’t you...”
– The Mysteries of Pittsburgh by Michael Chabon
“Each time you happen to me all over again.”
– The Age of Innocence by Edith Wharton
what's with all my guy friends receiving nude...
i don’t get it, but they’re sending them to me…
ok wtf is happening in the flat above me
crowcrow:
seafox:
crowcrow:
i hear a lot of really loud vibrating and stuff moving around.
INSANE masturbation? vacuuming? what are you doing up there?
vacuum sex with a little masturbation on the side? it’s probably just jazzercising.
maybe sex on top of the vacuum which would explain all the thumping and the sound moving around different parts of my room. i would expect some moaning...
ok wtf is happening in the flat above me
crowcrow:
i hear a lot of really loud vibrating and stuff moving around.
INSANE masturbation? vacuuming? what are you doing up there?
vacuum sex with a little masturbation on the side? it’s probably just jazzercising.
jesus.
me: i'm like jesus anyway since i was born on christmas
kayla: okay jesus, let's man hunt.
me: i'll turn the water into wine to get the party started
