- kissing you after you just put on that pomegranate lip chap
- Your hair after you’ve just washed it and it’s still wet
- those dimples on your back over your ass
- the way you hug me inside my heavy peacoat
- those panties with little tiny bows on your hip bones
- sex in the morning because we were too drunk to sort it out the night before
- that bra of yours that does up in front
- your grilled cheese sandwiches
You don’t exist.
It’s like no matter what I do I can’t feel good. Fuck it, the only thing I feel is down. I try to compensate for that with wild drinking binges. The last one was five days long. Mid-morning vodkas and early afternoon MDMA. WTF right?
It’s like I just can’t like myself in November.
I just noticed that I went on an eagle spree yesterday. bah. let’s post some titties!