May 2012
2 posts
“So congratulations, North Carolina. Last night, you struck a decisive blow for...”
– STEPHEN COLBERT, The Colbert Report (via inothernews)
An open letter to the lady reading trashy romance...
Does it excite you? I think it does, because as I stand behind you I can see your bosom rising and falling in the slow consistent rhythm that signals arousal. An arousal you try to contain, but your face flushes a light shade of pink. Your mouth hangs open, every so slightly, and your grip on the book tightens just as your eyes scan over the more graphic paragraphs.
Are you loved? Do you have...
April 2012
3 posts
I am continually disappointed by nudity
decently covered breasts could look like anything when revealed,
the nipples might be eyes or snake heads or flowers glowing gold,
they might be anything, but never are.
And as for the rest of it, the whole between-the-legs business,
when I was a boy, and simply wondered about women, why back then
it was the mystery of mysteries,
and now, grown up
...
March 2012
10 posts
What Harry Potter has taught me- →
jialingpan:
1997 - 2011
Harry Potter taught me that some things are worth dying for.
Ron Weasley taught me that believing in yourself is a hundred times more powerful than luck.
Hermione Granger taught me that an education is a girl’s best asset, even if it doesn’t make you many friends.
Severus Snape taught me to never, ever, ever judge someone.
Rubeus Hagrid taught me that anything...
“I will remember the kisses our lips raw with love and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me, and I will remember your small room the feel of you the light in the window your records your books our morning coffee our noons our nights our bodies spilled together sleeping the tiny flowing currents immediate and forever your leg my leg your arm my arm your smile...
something from when I was asleep
It was a brief moment. There was no context, or speech. We folded into each other like magnets. Crook of arm meeting joint of wrist, neck pressed against neck so I felt the faint throb of her pulse. The points of contact sent tingling multicoloured ripples outward over us. Our eyes were closed, we were crouched behind a Roman pillar. It was night. And her scent of old books and fresh coffee...
February 2012
6 posts
January 2012
15 posts
“True, I talk of dreams,
Which are the children of an idle brain,
Begot of...”
– William Shakespeare(Romeo and Juliet)
December 2011
32 posts
