and now I bid my hideous progeny go forth and prosper...
Bliss is to be in bed with you in Paris, watching you sleep off your bellyache at 3:45 in the afternoon while I upload photos and touch your feet with mine.
the air smells good in here
My dear, false modesty is not your best color.
nude fishnets
red skirt
blue button down
casio watch
erase me erase me
whatever gets you to sleep at night.
that movie tonight made me so afraid of getting old now I can't sleep and on top of that, I am craving a ham sandwich.
Although I have a real desk in the other room, I type like this, kneeling on the floor by the bed, the broken shift key still sitting on the night table.