September 11, 2012
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May 16, 2011
Dear Dad,
We’ve been so angry at each other lately. A little while ago, it was just the two of us. I made us sandwiches, we sat down, and I realized I was nervous for it to be just us. What happened? I used to be a daddy’s girl through and through. You were my idol. While you were getting something to drink, I was planning how to tell you all the things I wanted to tell you, show you all the things I’ve done lately, and do it quick enough so I wouldn’t lose your attention. I made it through two before you finished your sandwich and left. I love you dad.
Nauseous.
A couple days in a row now. Please don’t let me be pregnant. Fuck. I never learn.
May 13, 2011
May 12, 2011
If there’s one thing that we see rarely — if at all — in porn, it’s laughter. What strikes me about most pornography is that it’s always so deadly serious. A nervous giggle is permissible in a few instances (such as those ghastly “casting couch” videos that are evidently ubiquitous, in which “innocent newcomers” are interviewed and then fucked for the first time on camera.) But laughter during sex, a shared joyful recognition that getting naked and sweaty and contorted is frequently hilarious? Nope. For too many, porn reinforces the obligation to perform, which creates anxiety, which creates in turn a deathly humorlessness.
Hugo Schwyzer (Some laughter with the lovemaking, please: on porn, performance, and deadly seriousness)(via sexisnottheenemy)
from sex is not the enemy
exactly this. nothing else to say.
(via sigmundfreudanalyzethis-deactiv)
from I can't stop drinking about you
May 11, 2011
At my boyfriend’s house,
I’m tired, freezing, and I don’t know what the fuck I should do, considering the fact that he is currently passed out beside me and I can’t get any response out of him.
Surprisingly, it was my dad who said I should stay here,Maybe this whole teenage rebellion thing does actually serve a purpose.
My cheeks are adorably red, my hair is curly and wavy (and a little dirty, but … Positivity.) , I had a pretty hilarious time at the beach today (I’ll have to write about that later…), and dad didn’t even yell at me, even though he told me very clearly I was to report home at 11 after going to school.
Now all I need are a blanket and a pillow….wake up Francisco! Asdgfjgkhl
May 10, 2011
What I want for breakfast.
The most delicious and, surprisingly, healthy crepes I have ever eaten.
Made by my aunt’s husband when I was in NY. Yummm.
