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“It is in these moments of tender and ridiculous nostalgia that I know something inside me is still broken.” – Steve Almond, My Life in Heavy Metal.

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Dear Alexandra Stan,

This picture makes me want to walk over, knock over your iced coffee drink, grab you by your pretty hair and haul you back to my bed for getting your freaking Mr. Saxobeat nonsense stuck in my head. 

Okay, fine, and to help you take the “eye” out of that eyefucking you’re giving me.

<3,

Ivy

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Alexandra Stan in FHM UK

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I’m just never happy. I spent all this time wishing for the rain again, but now I just want it to be sunny.

In my defense, Irene was a bit of an overkill answer to my prayers. Be careful what you wish for.

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He always had so much trouble getting her to behave in public. The stiffer the dress code, the more she tried to shake the formality and pull herself into him. She was always so needy, so unseemly. If he didn’t find her so precious, he would probably be a bit more convincing in displaying his disappointment in her. And he would probably be a bit more convincing when he asked her to behave herself.

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Packing. Or something vaguely resembling it. 

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I got together with an ex the other night as friends. At first, the entire get-together seemed just fine. We shared some laughs, we caught each other up, we really just enjoyed each other’s company on a purely platonic level. We got high and I was seriously feeling great until I realized that there seemed to be an expectation for something physical lingering in the air. And it was terribly uncomfortable.

In the past, I’ve created a lot of problems for myself in blurring the lines between friend and something else. I had made a pact with myself to really exercise more caution when getting to that level with friends and to, unless the case was very promising, keep things platonic. 

Not to mention this person is my ex. I was really, really hurt on repeated occasions and I really fought to try to keep interaction peaceful and platonic, both of which were made nearly impossible for me by the other party. This situation is just one of many. And then it’s almost always turned back to me and made to feel like my fault.

This time, I rejected the advances and I was almost automatically shut out. Not physically, but certainly on every other level. Things got terribly uncomfortable. I kept asking if I should leave and got defensive responses each time. I was dropped off at my house soon after in near-complete silence. I felt awful.

I’m proud of myself for the decision I made and the restraint I exercised. But, by the same token, I realize how easy the other choice could have been and how much instant gratification I could get out of it. But, I am really trying to change the ways I make choices about certain people and situations, however difficult it proves to be. 

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“i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh … And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new.”

– ee cummings

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I suppose one day I’ll have to get to my car exhibitionism story. Maybe. If you ask nicely.