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
PETO FUCKING COAST