December 2010
0 posts
I swear, your breakdown was like watching my favourite building crumble. So I stepped through your rubble and began stacking safety bricks for both of us.
November 2010
5 posts
I have enough experience to understand that I don’t really understand anything. This makes a lot of moments tricky, like when we’re sitting in your bedroom leaning our heads against each other, and I still refuse to kiss you. You say, “Listen, I think you’re afraid that I will get attached.” And I don’t know what to do, because in a way you deserve a kiss more than anyone, so I hang on to these...
With your guts on the ground, you give experience a bad name. But underneath the table your hand is massaging my leg, and I’m starting to suspect that you are heavy with potential. I chew the rim of my cup and tongue the wet paper, thinking about how love for potential alone is just eagerness to live in the future, and that is how you started a tally in my head, two months ago, of the different...
onlinejournals:
Sloppy drunken kiss
Oh god
Sloppy drunken kiss
It’s not you
Seriously
It’s whiskey dick and
Sloppy drunken kiss
This kick
Oh go
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Sloppy drunken kiss
It’s not a big deal
Wait until morning
Keep it together
We’ll be together
amnesiac1331:
“Nobody tells this to people who are beginners, I wish someone told me. All of us who do creative work, we get into it because we have good taste. But there is this gap. For the first couple years you make stuff, it’s just not that good. It’s trying to be good, it has potential, but it’s not. But your taste, the thing that got you into the game, is still killer. And your taste is...