Dear Sarita, so many things left unsaid, but Potus cannot forgive you, because he loves me more. We’re terrible sorry for this honest piece of information. Oh but love is 4-ever! Yes, omg, so true, but your leftovers, it’s true. Welp. Always follow your intuition they say.
I want to smell your room
I dream of endless lovemaking at all hours of the day
ART IN CONDO LAND, yes---> art in condo land,
Balenciaga Spring-Summer 2014
Fruit n shit
one of the greatest tragedies in life is that you will always be loved more than you will ever know. someone in class finds your presence inviting and warm, even if you’ve only ever exchanged a few words with them—maybe none at all. someone on the street loves your smile and it gets them down the next few streets. someone you used to be friends with still wishes to fondly call your name. someone you used to be friends with five years ago would give anything to be in the same room as you today. someone who regularly comes into work is disappointed when you aren’t there to brighten their day. someone missed you today. someone noticed you were gone. someone loves you when you’re there; someone loves you when you’re nowhere to be found at all. you think you have always disappeared when you’re no longer in the picture, but you’ve never left the frame.
How about
We don’t go to the movies
We don’t go out to dinner
We don’t go see art
We don’t watch tv
We. Just. Fuck
new Thor
So tired of the fight, no one wins, but he wins, because he get to be reunited with his wife and child when steps through ‘the door’