We lit our cigarettes off of each other’s. We were never meant to be, no. We had sex, but I could never let her touch me. She couldn’t have extracted my soul from all the places it was hiding. That’s okay. We were what we were, when we needed it.
She was out on my balcony, late one night. I was in the kitchen, when I sensed a change in energy. I walked out onto the balcony to find her sitting with a cigarette in her fingers, trembling with tears streaming down her cheeks.
I sat down in front of her, and said gently, “Come here, sweetheart.” She slid into my lap, and sobbed into my shoulder. I remember the exact feeling of her back beneath my fingertips, as I ran my fingers up and down her spine. My god, I held her, and for the first time in so long, I felt something in my heart that resembled softness. It was a heartbreaking, heartmaking feeling.
She melted my permafrost in that moment. I cared. Suddenly, I could feel tenderness again. That was a frozen ocean melting and surging to meet her. I owe my change in seasons to her. My summer finally returned.- C; How Do You Take Your Coffee? (series)
I just had to come back and address this, because it was actually really irking me. You care enough to shout out to someone you don’t even know, about a problem that’s not even yours, but don’t care enough to research your own stats? You seriously took the age that we were discussing (18) and my age (20) and just smashed them into your careless little statistic: “most incidents occur between the ages of 18-20”. Good on ya, mate! So, that was, what, meant to make me feel bad about my age? Something I have no control over. And, so ultimately, it’s people like you that make me not want to go anyway. Thanks for easing the pain on their still bullshit age restrictions.
You are an idiot. You just completely missed my point, all the while taking a pretty long time to respond. For a few weeks, one would think you could think of a better retort. Jeebus, wait, you don’t even know me. I don’t honestly understand why you care enough to bug me about this anyway, but I guess that means I did a good job on my letter?? Sheesh anon, I’m done here.
A sex shop called Pet Store is a fantastic idea! If there’s not already one in your city, I suggest marketing that aha! But no, anon. Just a regular old pet shop.
was indeed great. I’ve already gotten home and downloaded the flawless soundtrack, as well. I don’t even mind admitting I teared up six or seven times and flat out cried at the end. The cinematography- scenes, acting, angles- it was all so perfect. Nothing short of my expectations from the producers of Moulin Rouge.
bitch i will ✄ you
sorry i’m not lesbian
how do i download friends
they’ve got all 10 seasons
What the fuck is going on in this post
Smoking opium and going to see The Great Gatsby. Fabulous.