Overstimulated ( Read more... )

My passsions have been reawakened! For literature, first of all; have you ever read a better first line of a book? "It was inevitable: the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love." Also for life. I giggled tonight with a boy I've giggled with a thousand times and more before and it was falling in love all over ( Read more... )

The night was splintered like my windshield ( Read more... )

Eager tongues were seeking solace in the hollows of limbs today and the dark, damp caverns of lust yesterday ( Read more... )

Quand le vent d’hiver dans les arbres semble comme la pluie ( Read more... )

Dear Ian,

You're sneaky - when did you finish off that fifth? While I was promenading around sans pants, most likely. Happy Birthday! It was a gooooood night.

You Are A: Duckling!

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Six new mouths that I would like to infiltrate (though infiltrate is not the right word at all, it implies coquettishness, patience, subtlety, when what I desire is open battle, primitive, messy, swords too heavy for my girlish arms to lift, casualties abandoned in unmarked graves, ((though if I wanted to mark them they might say "This is what you ( Read more... )

I like my body when it is with your body ( Read more... )

I'm happy. Life is awkward and messy and dangerous and bound to catch up with me in the end, but I'm happy. The other night, I started driving in the dark toward a place that once held all of my desires and now lies bathed in confusion. I am being rash and probably hurting people, but I'm happy.