Looking at pictures of stunning libraries to distract myself from todays events that are happening while I’m oh so far away.
This is my porn for today.
These are my awards. From army.
FERNANDO.
Oedipus by Regina Spektor
Good Friday by Why?
it feels exciting touching your handwriting
getting horny by reading it and repeating poor me
intently staring at the picture of your feet on the sticker
at the r. crohn’s exhibit, i wonder who’s sicker
jerking off in an art museum john till my dick hurts
the kind of shit i won’t admit to my head shrinker
not even in a whisper to my own little sister
i just act like a dick and talk shit when i’m with her
Henri Robin and a Specter, 1863
Can we all just take a couple of hours to reflect on how absolutely breath nappingly stunning Joyce Carol Oates was as a youngin?
Like, really.
Here’s them stripper heels that the boy done bought me.
Thought I ought to share.
Looking at pictures of stunning libraries to distract myself from todays events that are happening while I’m oh so far away.
This is my porn for today.
Boy: Feels like we’re married.
Myself: Why do you say that?
Boy: Because. We took a bath together to cool down. Then I read while you fell asleep until I joined you. And now we’re sitting here talking about random things.
Myself: We even talked about babies earlier.
Boy: Yeah. And how good looking they’d be. We’re gonna have awesome babies. ……….Waitnofuck, that came out wrong! I meant. Like. We would. And like. *I proceed to laugh aloud* It’s late. And early. Fuck. Nevermind.
Myself: *tossing my leg over the boy and creepily whispering in his ear* Have my babieeeeeees.
Boy: God, STOP. *tosses me off*
Best. Pillow talk. Ever.
choo choo.