Im In Love With My Own Darkness– Bertie Blackman
Im loud when Im happy– a very drunk Hurley
Alone I sit, once again. Alone I sit with pesto pasta, once again. Alone I sit with pesto pasta, and cold toes, once again. With the sudden rush of Spring weather and pretty sunshine, it seems some sort of new breed of couples are coming out from their caves and just kissing, everywhere. All along my sidewalk, that I walk on by myself. All around my lake, that I jog around by myself. All in my...
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Today it is 22 degrees. I dedicate this post, to the weather that Im enjoying, sitting here by the window.
Sorry, what was that?
I hope that when Im being tender and considerate, it actually shows. Often I’ll let somebody know I dont like something, by saying something like, “my favourite is this bit..” as I point the section of most disgust. In my mind, Im saying it in such a humorous and obviously sarcastic way that even the revolting creation Im trying not to scream at could tell I actually hate it to...
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Let's all face it. It..just..looks..cool.
I would do naughty/silly things to you.
“…Im not such a good lover, Im a better talker..” Martha Wainwright sings this line in one of her songs, and whenever I hear it, I stop and think about us. I think of me saying this to you in the morning, while you smoke with window open, lying in a bed full of creased white sheets and bent pillows. The room is flooded with positive light, thanking us for staying. Im not at...
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Your mouth is not your cervix!– Cassy Quinn
Tell me while the mountain falls, theres not long till its over. Make the most, you love to boast and I love snowy winter. Will I see you in the morning? Will the sky burst into rain? Will the neverending thoughts I have for you turn into pain? Its always pain. Ive been working overtime, I have a little money Ive got a pair of leather boots and a picture of my mummy. Sometimes like this when Ive...
If I had some money, I’d make so many decisions.– Isabelle Taylor
Its not uncommon for me to roll my eyes or be cynical and blaz`e about most of my activities. And most of my family. But one thing that most definately gets me excited and infact got me raging today, is Hommus. A chickpea dip. The particular hommus I graced myself with today was some sort of super-hommus-love-paste that had been blended with sundried tomatoes. I was erect. Im not one for...