“he’s leaked lubricants all over my foot…”

Current mood:shocked (if only at myself)


Look for love in a shot glass. I've had one too many. Six times over. Hollow eyes and heavy hearts. Running from shadows and hunting madness. Rings around eyes and fingers and we act as if we notice neither. Fragile disappointment in the thighs of friends. Instinctive urges. We cant control it. Screams behind green curtains and we turn the other cheek.

Another day another dollar. Pass the tylenol.