December 2011
14 posts
lovely reader submission from imboycrazy.com
You lay there with your legs intertwined with his. You roll to your side, reaching for something in particular, but you can no longer remember what it was you were reaching for. Your hands grasp for nothing. You arm falls lazily to the side of the bed. You lay on your side, and unlike the ones before him, he doesn’t reach for you. You like it that way. You hate the feeling of a heavy arm on...
"I looked around the bar and saw everyone else... →
hugacat:
what a sentence. what a fucking sentence.
my other favorites from the aritcle:
“Positivity is a marathon, not a sprint.”
“It’s like that Bret Easton Ellis line “People are afraid to merge”, except he was talking about people on the freeway, really.”
“And you see people walking down the street hand in hand, and you wonder how they did it.”
STOP IT, NED HEPBURN. YOU’RE MAKING ME...
indian summers near el cajon
Chills invade bed sheets
Indian summer awaits
You psychic dreamer
Frozen toes won’t halt
Adventures in your sleep realm
The sun will burn soon
Cold spells haunted you
Eyes flicker for hot wishes
Dawn brings the dog days
Winter’s preview ends
Optimism lies within
For frosty days fade
Dry air brings morning
Indian summer awaits
Dream faster dreamer
