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It can be frustrating to have to explain how I can be happy in my relationship yet still desire other people. Is it so wrong to want something even though I am content? Would it be better for people to know that I too have sad moments? I'd rather focus on the things in my life that make me feel good and not feel guilty about enjoying myself. ( Read more... )

We were drunk. We were talking. The teases, the laughter, the wine ( Read more... )

"I’m not angry. It isn’t a feeling... it is a void that comes... it’s an abyss... it’s beyond rage, beyond pain, it’s a draining of feeling."

coming back to this place, i realize, most of my friends are dead and gone. 
now's not the time for hiding.

give me your words and i'll give you my cunt.

i think about you all the time lately. the curve of your neck. your taste on my tongue. the smell of you, when i press my cheek against your groin. i miss leaning against your arms, and the way your palms touch me ( Read more... )

 it's been a year. i thought the beat in between my wrists had gone. i sit between people and i swallow my words, avert my eyes, cause i can feel him pounding between my legs.

between the sheets, my fist in my crotch, the room turns to the orange of a rising sun, though it's night and the light glares static.

i wish to drown. 

and the beast came back to me. it wants to be let out. hush, now.

will you be there when i break loose?

it's watching and setting footprints in the sinking sand. doesn't matter where the reflection goes. 
could i just dip my fingers in for a little while?

my claws will get messy.

with your blood. your blood. your blood. 
i love you. i really do. 
but ( Read more... )

it's been years.

what do you say to someone you've forgotten? to a part of yourself that you folded under and kept in dark corners for the world, and maybe the love you have, to never see.

i've neglected nectarine fantasies for a reality that is bittersweet. i fell in love, or maybe love finally found me, hidden here somewhere within my fractured ( Read more... )

"Blameless, shameless. The more desperate the eroticism, the more hopelessly women show off their heavy breasts, opening their mouths and screaming out, the greater the attraction. In contrast, a promise of light awaits at the limits of the mystical outlook. I find this unbearable and soon returned to insolence and erotic vomit - which doesn't ( Read more... )