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another one bites the dust!

tepid dudes: still not enough for me. still full of shit.

once i write it all out, it's totally gone and i feel fine. funny how that works.

this morning: blueberry muffin and iced coffee with whole milk and several cigarettes ( Read more... )

me: idk if it's weird to still say
but i really love you.
i'm sorry this is hard.
i don't regret anything in our relationship though
not for a second.

James: I love you too SORRY I STILL USE PETNAMES LIKE BABY BABY
Nah, me neither

such a foolish one, this one ( Read more... )

what is it like to not be oversexed

can someone tell me?

because i just wanna fuck the world.

when i try to sit down and evaluate what i'm really afraid of, the only real fear i possess is that what i suspect about myself is true. like my father, i suspect i am a solitary (wo)man. what does it mean to be so comfortable to live as a passing ship? let me always cast off; the promise of return is ever present, but some of us were never meant ( Read more... )

smoking weed and drinking genmaicha tea and wondering if i can write anything that i don't hate ( Read more... )

so things start to move on, as they do. j and i have been talking about what happened and to preserve ourselves, as well as myself, getting some space is more imperative than ever. of course something like this happens right before family is in town, when there is no time at all. this is less about what he did (which was ultimately a small act in ( Read more... )