I smell his spit on my hands,

his breath in my hair,

his sweat on my cheek,

his chest on my lips.

And I said, “I just wish I knew how he felt.”

He looked at me confused. “But,” he began. “He told you how he felt seven months ago.”

oh dear christ i don’t know whether i’m more hungover or horny today but all i really want to do is watch now voyager and eat pizza. 

In response to my previous post: I think this indicates I’m about to hit another slutty phase pretty soon.

dude i was sleeping with left for san fran

dude i had slept with stood me up

dude i was going to sleep with i don’t see myself sleeping with anymore

dude i was wanting to sleep with’s real truths about the dude i was going to sleep with came true

dude i will sleep with asked me on a date but then retracted the offer

dudes named foucault and debord are gonna keep me company this weekend

1. no more than two per night unless it’s a special occasion.
2. if partaken in one night, take the next 24 hrs off.
3. mornings are acceptable only on weekends (as you have A REAL LIFE in which you need to productive).
4. no falling asleep.
5. replace the need to fill intervals of boredom not with grindr but with cleaning.
6. don’t get too serious.
7. confront seriousness when faced with it.
8. no lying.
9. understand accidents happen. minimize those, nonetheless.