I so badly want to stop thinking about you.
So my pseudo-stitches can’t get wet or else they will lose grip and open the laceration back up, so showering is ridiculously annoying.
I’M IN HELL. SOMEONE HOLD ME.
And on that note, gnight.
Stayed up until now to watch that incredible Chicago/St. Louis triple overtime game.
Both teams played well and it really pisses me off to see fans on either side relentlessly talking shit. Just enjoy the playoffs, be competitive for your team, but respectful of the others.
Let’s go Hawks, tie this series up next game.
Side note: I’m very happy with how the Sharks are playing, hopefully they keep this up throughout the post-season.
I think I currently just need a partner who will kiss me incessantly and sleep with me but not feel anything towards me and teach me how to be devoid of emotion.
What if things reversed themselves and little houses lived inside of large humans and we were all stationary but the houses could move around as they pleased?
Damn, fucks your brain up.
i have lost count of how many
times i had to watch
my own egregious hands
force daggers into the lungs
of lovers i have yet to meet.
i refuse to exist in the hearts
of these abstractions.
i was raised by a pack of wolves,
yet you ask why i am unable to assimilate.
and perhaps this is all just self inflicted,
but i have never forgotten
the rivets that your fingers
left in my bones.
I want to share my love with someone.
Also, sleeping naked when your body is sore is such a nice feeling.