September 2010
2 posts
anonymous
dear tumblr. my hands look elderly. i am dissatisfied with the amount of adrenalin in my life. my mother hung my underwear on my door handle and they got stuck underneath the door as i opened it and now my door is jammed. without my contacts i can’t see the lights outside my window clearly. i’m not hungry or full or sick or healthy or elated or distraught,
i am neutral, and it’s...
anonymous
as gingerbeard and i were approaching dawn in our heavy little slumbers this morning, i woke suddenly. you know, the wake you see in the cinema, the instant wake; no weak and weary eyes, no grace period for focussing. your eyes just snap open, with all the instantaneousness of a clap. i saw him.
and we had slept, unbeknown, not two inches away from each other’s face, for some far-off,...