no no see, domesticity IS hot. how intimate it is to make food with someone, to share a bed, to brush your teeth at the same sink, to shower and use the same towels and the same laundry soap, to grocery shop and hold hands through the aisles, to be cornered in the kitchen to make out while a pot of pasta boils over on the stove. to fall asleep and hear them snoring softly and laugh at the little trail of drool out of the corner of their mouth. to spend money together and share chores and pick on each other for your weird habits. it's not always perfect and beautiful, but it's comfortable and familiar and I just think it's neat.
it's so cringe how every song on the radio by a woman is about how good she is at having sex. id make a song about being ass at sex. i twist the dick like a pretzel and bite it off that's what id sing
hearts of darkness (1991) dir. eleanor coppola, george hickenlooper, fax bahr
the worst part of "you'll understand when you're older" is that you really do understand when you're older
Being a goofy lil' goober, a strange fellow, is a very weird experience if you think about it. 'Cause like, even if you know you're weird, it just kinda doesn't register with you most of the time. You do things that are just like "yeah, that's about right, checks out" to you, but would seem like a sign of total derangement to other people
on love arriving unannounced
a poem about stillness.
I canโt stand people that donโt let me speak hyperbolically. If I canโt respond to a minor inconvenience that someone should get shot in the fucking head for it then whatโs the point of it all.
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