a. | 25 | queer | oklahoma
child of libraries and dusty books.
Thank you, sweet anon!! xoxo
It’s super scary, but it is something that I’ve been desiring for a long time. Who better to meet my needs than myself? I am my greatest advocate and cheerleader.
I am the Liam Neeson of sex blogs.
And by that I mean cry and eat a gallon of ice cream.
Healthy living is for the birds.
This morning I woke up feeling the pain of my words fall heavy upon my shoulders. I was a fool to fear my anger; I was a fool to worry that you’d walk away. The thing is, you are already gone. You are gone and I am left with memories hastily kissed upon the backs of photographs and a can of pineapple juice that holds more brevity than I ever will.
If missing you were raindrops then my galoshes would be filled to the brim with harried words and forgotten promises. Like droplets falling on a metal roof, I hear the mantra over and over again: I miss you, I miss you, I miss you.
I miss you with shots of vodka and the sweat that ran down my back that summer night on your balcony. Breathless kisses against any surface that was brave enough to withstand our love: I miss you, I miss you, I miss you.
I crave you in the undercurrents of my existence, the parts of me that consistently defy logic and reason.
I hope you know that it hurt to say goodbye. I hope you realize that I walked away for reasons far greater than you and I. Closing your apartment door felt like an act of international warfare. I let a bomb drop on the final strands of our combined heartbeat.
Darling I swear we were once the children of the same supernova that collided together. For that is the only way I can explain my love for you.
fun first date ideas: overthrow ur government w/ the bae