3月 2012
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In the bath my scars appear a dark purple in the steam. I trace over them but can’t feel much, my fingers swollen and wrinkled from hot water.
In private my movements are a lot different. Unashamed and clumsy. Not practised and controlled, hiding nervousness under an air of indifference. I reach out to pump shampoo into my hand. At night i’ll sometimes pretend that there’s somebody else with me...
2月 2012
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#17
namelessgeneration:
tell me about yourself in quiet gasps and moans between kisses. your favourite beatle, your opinion on marxism, ginger or strawberry blonde. i want to assess your reactions, observe your body as it twitches and arches beneath my touches. hello, nice to meet you. did courtney kill kurt? how do you take your tea? i want to take you apart and find the pieces, the whirring...
anotherwordforroses:
“(What are your ghosts like?) (They are on the insides of the lids of my eyes.) (This is also where my ghosts reside.) (You have ghosts?) (Of course I have ghosts.) (But you are a child.) (I am not a child.) (But you have not known love.) (These are my ghosts, the spaces amid love.)”
― Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated
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匿名からの質問: How old are you?
