he's cute sometimes.

It has been a long time since I have been close to someone in the sense that I could touch them whenever I wanted. I forget what intimacy is.

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See, Henry Miller gets it - why can't anyone else?

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I have a new job writing papers for lazy uneducated stoners that I go to school with. I refer to these people as my clients and have no concern for the morality of this situation.

wild horses.

Something about this picture makes me feel completely dissatisfied with my life; currently.

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I think the perfect man for me would be very tall and occasionally bearded. He likes horror movies and flannel shirts and reads actual books of which he has actual opinions. He's well liked but doesn't try too hard. He always orders dessert and likes early mornings and never makes fun of me for speaking in hyperboles. He also should not show up for about 2 - 3 years because the last thing I want in my life right now is complication or companionship. There is a serious misconception about misery and company.

I used to be so much cooler 5 years ago. Like I hit my prime in highschool and everything from then on has been a slow, eventual decline.