Like the wild beasts, she lives without a future. She inhabits only the present tense, a fugue of the continuous, a world of sensual immediacy as without hope as it is without despair.
His touch both consoles and devastates me; I feel my heart pulse, then wither, naked as a stone on the roaring mattress while the lovely, moony night slides through the window to dapple the flanks of this innocent who makes cages to keep the sweet birds in. Eat me, drink me; thirsty, cankered, goblin-ridden, I go back and back to him to have his fingers strip the tattered skin away and clothe me in his dress of water, this garment that drenches me, its slithering odour, its capacity for drowning.
i had 2 cans of dr. pepper today, and it was amazing. i think it also made me really hyper. i want to do a million things right now. the only thing holding me back is some pain from the cold. i left my porch door open all today, and then i started getting terrible body aches until i closed the door and let it warm up. i may have to go get checked for arthritis or something, because this hurts a lot. but! there was dr. pepper!
*shakes exchange gift presents on AO3* *so excited to read them, but has to wait almost a weeeeeeeeeeek*
*quietly refuses to pander to people’s heteronormative expectations by explaining things in fic notes. if you don’t like that i headcanon certain characters as gay, you can go fuck yourself* :D :D :D
i probably should apologize to my neighbor for singing along to “home sweet home” with my window open, but he keeps smoking outside while my clothes are drying, so i consider us even.