staircase wit

PHAEDRA: I love you

HIPPOLYTUS: Why?

PHAEDRA: You're difficult. Cynical, moody, bitter, fat, decadent, spoilt. You stay in bed all day then watch TV all night, you crash around this house with sleep in your eyes and not a thought for anyone. You're in pain. I adore you.

spine straight, hips forward, neck in line

It isn't right when you're laying in a bed full of books and you have to choose wisely because you've been so fragile lately that you're afraid of the impact someone else's words might have on you.

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I pulled out the longest eyelash tonight and I am afraid there will never be another to replace it. But I won't touch my grey hairs because I hold the superstition millions will replace them.

you always come back after you close that bathroom door to sneak a kiss on my back.

put her on the business end of his favorite couplet from corinthians, sunk into the comforts of a kid again, enough to share the stuff that truly interest him, this is where the vision of a shiny happy Christmas end, tipsy little princess wasn't listening, just yes-ing him, the more she fed him "yes", the more he fed her fresh barbiturates, ( Read more... )

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Someone just knocked the door, I thought it was you. I'm alone and it's late and we've been warned to keep safe but I risked it. I thought there was a chance you couldn't live without me and you would show up. It turned out to be a taxi driver.