I Just Can't
and so I said, “Go on girl, get out of that door” when she turned her head and cried “Don’t you love me anymore?” with teeth clenched tight I looked away as if to say, maybe forever, but I can’t today. Ribbons of sadness flee from the hearth of her amber irises. Mascara streams down her cheeks , which is foreign to me, and unfortunately, I can feel myself...
High in the air, raindrops descended into the light, curtained by the breeze...– David Wroblewski,The Story of Egdar Sawtelle, pg. 234, lines 12-14
Anonymous asked: tie me up =]
I'm not here
To ‘fuck shit up’ or ‘make life my bitch’ I don’t care if I’m the best of the best. I know that I never will be. I’m here for a good time. I’m here to be loud, smart, cunning, casual, loving, horny, determined, and reckless. I’m here to experience my favorite emotions as often and as vividly as I can.