19 5 / 2014
lets play “how gay can you be with your best friend without it getting weird”
15 5 / 2014
On a red eye from Indiana to California
I was somewhere over Colorado
My head literally in the clouds and
My heart in limbo
Waiting for the filling feeling of smoke in my lungs
To stop the aching loneliness in my bones.
14 5 / 2014
Me: I’m talking to a few femmes, but mostly I prefer butch girls. Like…girls in guy’s clothing.
Sarah: Well, I want someone who wears heels as big as the strap ons they fuck me with.
16 10 / 2013
n. the strange wistfulness of used bookstores, which are somehow infused with the passage of time—filled with thousands of old books you’ll never have time to read, each of which is itself locked in its own era, bound and dated and papered over like an old room the author abandoned years ago, a hidden annex littered with thoughts left just as they were on the day they were captured.