Siiigh.
Bye bye, camping season.
fire
Woah now.
I just noticed the other head peeking over his shoulder.
Making this kind of, you know, oh, officially everything.
Notre jour viendra
Wow
“In one way or another I’ve always suffered. I didn’t know why exactly. But I do know that I’m not so scared of suffering now. I feel more than I’ve ever felt and I’ve found someone to feel with. To play with. To love in a way that feels right for me. I hope he knows that I can see that he suffers too. And that I want to love him.” – from the film Secretary.
So, the day before I left campus, that guy from my frat (fuck it, I’m calling him that from now on) tried to bootycall me.
Earlier that evening, we were with some friends and he tried to pull some moves on me. I may have been a little receptive, but I don’t think I completely put the light on and said I was down.
And it wasn’t even the fact that he did it so much as how he did it. He said he wanted to “say goodbye to me and wish me happy holidays”. At 1 o’clock in the morning. Okay.
He then tried again the next day during the afternoon before I headed home. I guess he wanted some afternoon delight. Credit for creativity, maybe? But, for God’s sake, minus points for desperation.
I don’t know what specifically bothers me about it, but something about it just felt so unclean.
Did I ever mention to you all that I’m really into fire swallowers? In a damn that’s amazing and a panties-soaking kind of way.
Well, I mentioned it now.
Take it from me: With those colder months approaching, being bound and naked in front of a fire is a wonderful feeling. Just trust me on this one here. But be prepared to get some chills once you move away from the heat.
(No, literally, have a robe or a sweater on hand.)
We are learning to make fire.
“The sky is red, I don’t understand, past midnight I still see the land. People are sayin’ the woman is damned, she makes you burn with a wave of her hand…”
that expression on her face…i know the feeling. also, i love to burn matches. the smell is incomparable.