30 PAGES.
JUST WROTE THIRTY FUCKING PAGES, AND I’M ABOUT TO WRITE MORE.
BUT JUST GONNA THROW IT OUT THERE, THAT’S PROBABLY THE MOST I HAVE EVER WRITTEN ON ONE SUBJECT IN MY ENTIRE LIFE.
LET’S HOPE I CAN FINISH THIS, GUYS.
WISH ME LUCK.
My little brother’s birthday is today.
He’s spending it curled up on his bed sobbing because he has a vicious stomach flu and meds don’t seem to ebb the pain.
It sounds like he’s being beaten up.
Happy Birthday, little buddy….
Thanks goes to oscillatingutterances.tumblr.com for this submission!
That book is so good.
(That’s me!)
Drew this on my hand with a black sharpie and a white gel pen. (The blue was from a combination of the black and white.)
“Kissing in a massage chair sounds utterly amazing does it not?
Or maybe even just cuddling in one?
Sharing whipped cream, between two tongues.
Rainy adventures, wrapped up by some sweet and slow indie songs and drinking tea. Warm and dry.
Violent nuzzles, forehead pressed to forehead, noses aligned and passionately scrubbing the perfect faces together; leaving a red spot much sweeter than a hickey.
Romance is a delicate thing;
A fantasy,
A day dream.
Bullshit not created for creatures as myself, but more for an idea to think about when lonely.
One day, perhaps we will all find someone to fulfill our ideals.
To try our ideas.
To blind ourselves and go on adventures, willing to trip, knowing we will laugh it off and continue ahead in our Portlandian rains.
Forge on ahead, and maybe we can find happiness.”
