August 2010
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desperation:
someone please talk to me.
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July 2010
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you undressed me in the middle of your glowing living room, adult swim cartoons vulgarly silhouetting my body as you dragged my clothing off. soon enough I stood before you in just tiger printed panties, you growled instinctively as you admired your handiwork, especially taking your time to turn me around and smack a large hand on my ass- you had always told me it was your favorite; tracing your...
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today includes;
get high
drink beer
lay in sun
swim in pool
read Misery
listen to Zeppelin
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Things I Like: Your Hand in Mine, Explosions in...
misterpeace asked: http://bit.ly/9EHrPR
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and party and bullshit and party and bullshit and party and bullshit and party and bullshit and party and bullshit and party and bullshit
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you laughed when I told you my feet were cold, god your smile had always been awesome- a sexy, panty dropping kind of smile. your nose ring glinted in what seemingly felt like complete darkness as you started to laugh harder from my little toes pushing at the moment where your shirt hem and the waistband of your shorts meet, slipping them under the material. you squirmed as my frigid digits...
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“baby, you’re drunk.” you said as I rubbed against you much like a kitten does figure eights around your ankles when they smell milk. all I wanted was to lay down and fill you with my liquor filled kisses but instead you laughed at me, wrapping your arms around my waist, pulling me securely against your chest- it seemed like your heartbeat was so much louder, as if I were under...
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noonish:
Glenallen Rappers Delight Club - Hum
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“When in doubt, play catch…with the fake boob.”
– Vinny, Jersey Shore
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and there we were, laying in bed naked, waiting for the storm to arrive. the first few pitter patters of rain sounded like a drum to me; you got up to turn off the noisy air conditioner that was polluting the room, pleading the storm arrive you peaked through the blinds into the grungy view of tall west side houses and concrete ground. greedily, I took this moment to study your body; I had...
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Jersey Shore re-runs in 100 degree weather with the German; summer shit.
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I’d never met anyone like him before, someone who was afraid of winning, someone who would rather live in a world of old alleyway photographs than on a paradise beach. sometimes he will show me photos that look more like a dream, ones he simply calls ‘por vous’- I’d never met someone like him before, someone just like me.
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