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Mmmmmmmmmmmm just want someone’s fingers in my hip dips and my thighs wrapped around them tight. Ankles crossed, hands over head, head thrown back and eyes shut tight. Maybe 24 will bring something close to this. Maybe it’ll only live in my head. Maybe. Continue reading

Violent loving. Not life of horror, not that. but living life voraciously. It’s time. Continue reading

I’m thankful for today. (Is it yesterday? Or maybe already tomorrow? I’m not sure. I haven’t slept yet). My watercolor art friend asked me if I was okay (and really genuinely meant it) which started a really good conversation about hard things. I opened up and it felt right. They’re so wise. And they’re going… Continue reading

It’s my birthday now, I guess. I played bingo with my friends here at a cool western style bar for a fundraiser and won the 7th game. I got some socks. Thank you for the invite, Fish Mom 🙂 Continue reading

Not the first one, but the second one. The first few years with her were fun. She’d put smiley face stickers on my music sheets and give me “jazzy” versions of obscure pop songs for recitals that she’d write out all of the fingering for. I’d walk out the door with a handful of Werther’s… Continue reading

In the dream she was sobbing. I don’t remember liking her all that much before, but her brother had just killed himself and so I held her as she wept. She keened and I massaged her petite back in a way I hoped was soothing. Long, deep, thoughtful strokes while my shoulder grew wetter and… Continue reading

I drove her home today after work, and for 10 minutes I forgot. We talked nerd shit and she gave me bad directions and actually (!) laughed at some of the things I said and I almost called her babe and that would’ve been… that would’ve been a thing… that would’ve been a thing because… Continue reading

She’ll be gone tomorrow. How much longer will we find these bits of her in the places we least expect? Continue reading

He’s holding his friend’s hand as he walks across the tightrope, and I’m jealous Continue reading

i love you because we both love the same fictional blorbos. We both wonder how things maybe could’ve been if they’d been born like us, if they loved each other the way we want to be loved. I don’t know your face, I only have a name and the words you’ve written and shared with… Continue reading