We are drinking beer in my thoughts. Opposite the mall. You are talking imperfect sentences and looking at my acne.
Infatuation, is the sitting across from each other, buttocks meet chair, and looking intently at the thing the other is trying to hide. A recognition…
I have spent the last month platonically sharing a bed with one of my two great loves and corresponding with the other. Its almost like the universe is gently but firmly steering me into a confrontation or closure, not sure which.
I wish there was a word like “terribler” because that’s what my day became when I saw him.
On first day I bringing master him tea, I is sure that I had serving him with a teaspoon and saucer like…
I wanted to see Vincent Van Gogh Museum. I dreamed about it sometimes. In my dream, I’d run through the bushes around it…
