Most of my friends are purged accounts. Or in non-use. Kind of like how this is/was ( Read more... )

Today I felt the shuddering and pulsating of what it's like to have someone cum in me.

Perhaps, this is love.

Drinking jelly, an abundance of crumbs on fingertips, sleep hanging on the edges of these eyelashes... is this my life of luxury? Critics say I have not yet entered society, but isn't there another society waiting for me ( Read more... )

oh, hello again.

Everything goes, and returns back into what seems like an ever vacant vacuum ( Read more... )

Nothing ever turns out the way I expect it, but the story, in itself, in the end, is simplistic ( Read more... )

It's already at it's end; I feel like I just got started.

Christmas trees of the plastic variety adorn front doors, strange ledges and odd places where you would not think a tree could be placed. The cold here is different from the north; a humid damp chill that sits in your bones and sinks and sinks and sinks until you feel like a drowning ship of mucus. Sinuses are blocked, clogged, running, a mixture ( Read more... )

It's weird to know that things expire. I.D. cards, milk, property leases, contracts, grandparents, life. Sometimes they expire before they should. But what happens to the internet? These deaths have occurred and it's as if their journal is just in pause, a forgotten memento of a certain age. Daul Kim randomly fell into my life this past year, ( Read more... )

There is half the world waiting between our breaths. How does routine become so easily adapted to? And yet, I'm scared because if I could ride this wave of endorphins forever, I would.