Anything could happen, between the two of us. Everything. Nothing. It’s hard to say, and day-to-day. But whatever becomes of us, I want you to go on.
I want you to ache for me throughout a long, long life. I want you to write old-fashioned, pressed-flower-filled letters to me after I’m dead and you still have so many years left.… Read the rest “Under Construction”
I have learned that the single most dominant thing an old man can do to a young woman is force her to use email on a regular basis.
It’s like herding cats on to a frozen pond; if you can pull it off at all, you’re going to be treated to an incredible display of excitement and awkwardness.
She insists on sleeping on the couch because I’m up for the night, and she doesn’t want to be a whole room away. So I make up a pallet for her, putting down a sheet, tracking down her favorite blanket, and fluffing up her pillow.… Read the rest “The Watch”
“I keep asking myself if I should stop. I should probably stop, right? It hasn’t gone too far. My priest told me it’s never too late. I can control this. It doesn’t have to happen. I can just— just let you go, and everything will be okay.… Read the rest “”
You ache for me without knowing me. My touch is a dream that keeps you awake. Your tongue has never tasted my name, and yet it sings to me in adoration. It feels like madness, this frightful longing that consumes you.… Read the rest “”
truth in advertising
I don’t want to be a scold, but someone should point out that your pussy lacks accessibility options. That visual labeling only helps sighted molesters; blind users —-or sighted men who like working by feel— need affordances to ensure they can navigate their way up those long-ass legs to what is, I must admit, a very appealing cunt.… Read the rest “”
He’d kept them waiting, but he was right on time.
The door closed behind him with a heavy click as he briskly strode to an oversized leather chair in the center of the otherwise spartan room.… Read the rest “The Cult (working title)”
… Read the rest “”All y’all pineapple pizza lovers can go straight to hell
Looking at you, @bedtimestoriesforbrokengirls. You want some mango for your steak? Strawberries for your cheeseburger?
Fucking-A I’ll eat mango with steak! Are you kidding?
Addition By Subtraction — Mr. BedtimeHeads up, stupid! We need to talk.
It’s time we accept reality. You’ve been here in the basement for eighteen months, and there’s no exit in sight. We both wanted things to go another way, but it’s time to move on.… Read the rest “Addition By Subtraction”
Dolores! Holy shit… what a punch to the gut.
You had the voice of an angel —or at least a transcendently talented banshee— and when it comes to defining the sound of the ‘90s, you were probably more important than bigger names like Gwen Stefani.… Read the rest “”
