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Tag Archives: Affection
I… I don’t know. I’m not one to question my muses. Because if I do, they’ll probably break my kneecaps. Advertisements
So in case you haven’t noticed it in the sidebar yet, there’s an Instagram version of this blog now.
In hindsight, I might have crossed the line from cute morbid to gross morbid with this one. But hey, while you’re grossed out you might as well go donate to the Deworm the World Initiative or another one of GiveWell’s … Continue reading
In the picture he is smiling as always. His detergent-colored eyes look straight at the lens and his blond curls caress the gentle curves of his cheekbones. His pupils are wide but only with affection. He told me he was … Continue reading
I’d like a Cobb salad please, I say, and then add: but no bacon, I’m Muslim. None of it is technically speaking untrue. I was raised a Muslim and, while I follow none of the tenets, I never bothered to … Continue reading
I guess what I’m saying is, don’t accept drinks from giant ominous bird-things.
It’s a mystery why I’m still single.
Get a little closer, let fold. Cut open my sternum, and pull my little ribs around you. The lungs of me be crowns over you. So damn romantic.
Psychiatric self-therapy or anatomy study? You tell me.