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You never forget reds like that. Not that I’d want to. She the matador. My eyes confounded. But this is the dance. It’s not the time to think of endings.
I wonder who the photos are for. Not me. None of it is for me. Am I a thief? It’s difficult to deny it. Shamelessly, my eyes demand to examine the way her breasts are held fast. One more time.
Then I think, maybe she uses peppermint shampoo and her curls smell like a stick of gum. Peppermint curls.
pretty much the coolest thing i've ever seen ever
I want these giant sized and on my walls. now.
Posted April 15, 2010 at 9:59pm
sometimes i am endlessly afraid to let people see me as i am without makeup, my hair done, the proper clothes
in the morning.
at night.
i think we’re mostly what we fear.
Posted March 30, 2010 at 8:50pm
Do you know when you’re hungry how fast you learn English?
— A Hungarian fisherman who stops to chat with me every morning. He’s been married fifty years, survived Hitler’s regime, cancer and American discrimination.
Posted September 16, 2009 at 7:27am
