My girlfriend invited me to her house. I found her sister alone in the house, she was unbelievably sexy and whispered in my ear, "I have feelings for you, shall we have sex?", I immediately turned around and walked to the front door to go to my car. I found my girlfriend standing there, she hugged me and said: "You've won my trust"....... Moral of the story: always keep your condoms in the car.
I find peace when I am floating facedown in a pool of water. The sun, or rain, whatever it is, touches my shoulder, back, legs, but I am unconcerned with this reality. I am in another, a far silkier, colder, more enticing world. I am preoccupied by the ribbons of water slipping all of my face, making me aware, truly, of the form of cheek, nose and eye ridge; my ears are submerged in the eerie, cold, wonderful silence of the water, where soundwaves travel so much more slowly and I am suddenly cut off from splashes, from air, from reality and I am in my cold sunken world. Physical removal begets mental, and before the desperation for air, air can ruin my moment, there is a tiny, little, golden second of pure dismissal of all thought, concern, worry, feeling; I am floating in absolute peace, in one with my body, simple enjoying the sensation of sense. and then my mind begins a plea for air, air, always air, and I ignore the plea until it drums up to a scream and my head is throbbing, and my temple pulsing and I feel my blood pumping harder to pass blood with no oxygen in it through my veins searching for the increasingly elusive compound of life and I give in, scrambling from my chilly haven for the world of sound and smell, the world of air and I wonder if my need for peace will ever overrule my greed for air.
“At some point in our lifetime, gay marriage won’t be an issue, and everyone who stood against this civil right will look as outdated as George Wallace standing on the school steps keeping James Hood from entering the University of Alabama because he was black.”—George Clooney (via -thebatcave)
today I had coffee with a dear friend of mine, someone I wasn’t really close to until graduation, or even the summer. She brought one of my characters to life, even under my clueless directing (I really had NO idea what I was doing), and she’s always been so willing to go along with all my mad schemes (seriously, we once walked 3 miles back from a restaurant because I wanted to try it. In 90 degree weather. And she was SO decent about it<3)
I saw HER the other day, and I flushed up with unreasonable, irrational anger and quite honestly wanted to punch her stupid glasses off her face, or at least tell her that her hair dye looks quite as ridiculous as usual,
but I smiled back instead, and continued shopping in the forever 21 we have so MANY poser pictures together in. I even bought something. It’s cute. It has two zebras on it.
self control, yeyuh. eat it, bitch. I half wish I wasn’t the better person, and finished what you started years ago, but I am. Sorry.