A typical exchange/why I don't share things I love with my parents
Me:so yeah the show last night was really touching and then they ended on a "murder!" Chant. But that oddly makes sense. And Paige was so good singing this song she wrote and....I'm really bummed I won't be there when they film the pilot.
Dad:you should worry about getting your own career off the ground *mutters*
71. This is an excellent question but I am more inclined to tell you privately because it gets quite hot.
85. In a heartbeat. I have before and I don’t regret it. I think it’s a great way to know someone. It’s such a safe space once you Skype and text constantly. There is one person right now I would love to date…
:I have gained a bit of weight since my breakup which has all sat on my hips and breasts
:I have a notch on the bridge of my nose from a childhood car crash
:I freckle in the summer
:sometimes I’m still not comfortable in my skin
:23 years and I’m stuck at 5’7”, despite my hopes of being taller
62. Nothing is sexier than someone who knows how to make me feel comfortable with them. There’s a way of touching me, of owning every inch of myself and giving that to someone else. It’s the comfort that comes from feeling safe-and in that safety comes the overwhelming feeling of innate sexuality. I feel the sexiest and I am most into someone when they touch every inch of me, my large thighs and fat rolls and socially deemed “problem areas” and remind me that I am a sexual creature, one who deserves that pleasure.
65. Foreplay is so important, but I love nothing more than a good tease. Take that as you will.
78. Someone once offered to be my sugar daddy-buy me lingerie, take me to classy restaurants, VIP treatment. He was musician with a good amount of money. Being single at the time, I contemplated it seriously. But I never acted on it.
You will be out with friends
when the news of her existence
will be accidentally spilled all over
your bar stool. Respond calmly
as if it was only a change in weather,
a punch line you saw coming.
After your fourth shot of cheap liquor,
leave the image of him kissing another woman
in the toilet.
In the morning, her name will be
in every headline: car crash, robbery, flood.
When he calls you, ignore the hundreds of ropes
untangling themselves in your stomach:
You are the best friend again. He invites
you over for dinner, say yes
too easily. Remind yourself this isn’t special,
it’s only dinner; everyone has to eat.
When he greets you at the door, do not think
for one second you are the reason
he wore cologne tonight.
Someone told you once, a soul mate is not the person
who makes you the happiest, but the one
who makes you feel the most. Who conducts your heart
to bang the loudest, who can drag you giggling
with forgiveness from the cellar they locked you in.
It has always been him.
In his kitchen, he will hand-feed you
a piece of red pepper. His laugh
will be low and warm and it will make you
feel like candlelight. Do not think this is special.
Do not count on your fingers the number
of freckles you could kiss too easily.
Try to think of pilot lights or olive oil,
not everything you have ever loved about him,
or it will suddenly feel boiling and possible
and so close. You will find her bobby pins
lying innocently on his bathroom sink.
Her bobby pins. They look like the wiry legs
of spiders, splinters of her undressing
in his bed. Do not say anything.
Think of stealing them, wearing them
home in your hair. When he hugs you goodbye,
let him kiss you on the forehead.
Settle for target practice.
At home, you will picture her across town
pressing her fingers into his back
like wet cement. You will wonder
if she looks like you, if you are two bedrooms
in the same house. Did he fall for her features
like rearranged furniture? When he kisses her,
does she taste like new paint?
You will want to call him.
You will go as far as holding the phone
in your hand, imagine telling him
unimaginable things like you are always
ticking inside of me and I dream of you
more often than I don’t.
My body is a dead language
and you pronounce
each word perfectly.
Do not call him.
Fall asleep to the hum of the VCR.
She must make him happy.
She must be,
She must be his favorite place in Minneapolis.
You are a souvenir shop, where he goes
to remember how much people miss him
when he is gone.
”—Sierra DeMulder, Unrequited Love Poem (via keuhkoja)
Chaz Kangas - “Hooray For Santa” & “A Beginner’s Guide to What Chaz Kangas Wants For Christmas”2013
So, as you may have seen earlier, Good Goose and I released our brand new annual holiday single. It’s a free download, but was accidentally uploaded as “Name Your Price.” As a result, some of you fine people began sending us money. For that we thank you.
Inspired by your generosity, we’re going to be giving 100% of the money raised from these two tracks to charity.