When you think of it, it’s kind of funny how so much effort can be taken to keep money-making insects healthy—while willingly using its product to sicken and kill the poor unable to give to the rich.
I miss you. The way our faces stack as we lie on our sides, not yet ready to leave the warmth of each other's bodies; the scent of the oils gathered in the crease of your nose, your neck. I would like to nestle there.
Do I want a car? I just chose not to have one for financial, environmental, and personal goals' sake. I am attached to the idea of becoming a cyclist and pedestrian. But...
“If you want to become a better person, or not get into a monotonous, boring life, you’re going to have to find micro-goals to go after,”
She brings romance to being lonely; that space in which I can see no further than my own skin; and its needs ...
I want a blog chock full of vulnerability and to raise the post number with content that feels genuine and as open as a book can be; and I also want to get a job. Are the two opposing?
Playing with a lengthy, girthty piece of meat and getting just the right flavor out of it is fun as hell.