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Writer's Block: So Long, Farewell
being an asshole. -
relationships are pointless
yes, im writing this to myself to remind myself when i am single very soon again and slightly lonely that when i have a boyfriend i am not happier.
and when i have 2 boyfriends i am not twice as happy.
sex and relationships really have nothing to do with one another.
i need to meet a nice girl.
and not date her. -
waiting....
for tomorrow,
for a love that will sacre me to pieces
its strength
inside me beside me
somewhere i never thought id dare again.... -
new york paper
for my own sanity i write this here. i have 12 pages. in 20 more it will be finished. i will graduate college. i will or will not have any relationship with my lady, especially after i lay it all out of what happened. i will be as honest as possible. and when it is all over, i will be a whole person again. i will go home to the springs, i will get ( Read more... ) -
eyes + lazers + crystals=bad.
iminlovelovelovewithaguythatsgotagirl.
fuck.
fukc conventional relationships how dare my paretns be so blisssfully happy and want me to be straight and conventional.
fuck it.
get me the hell out of here. -
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i hung out with this kid tonight i really didnt want to ( Read more... ) -
subway stories from hipsterville
today. i got on to go to a live band kareoke in lower east side or LES as they call it ( Read more... ) -
freaking the fuck out
woo indeed. in 4 days i am going to new york city. i should be excited. and i am. but i also havent slept for the last week. becasue i am freaking the fuck out. mother fucking shit.
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i want to be robert plant
a slight frances mcdormand moment here.
also sexual enticement
also relationship development
ive never had a couple for a friend,
ive never had a crush for a couple
i bet youre good in bed,
you and you
and you
and placing an ad,
to fullfill
a frances mcdormand moment -
photographical
ive had over a year of inactive passions for others,
maybe an inkling or trailing of streams of one or another,
i feel it slow caressing my body
softly his hands guiding
you who looks and says so
you who touches and is so
pretending i am you yours, i sit waiting