someone is having eager sex in the living room
“I hate moms who work for churches!!!”
“I think that’s why writers write. because sometimes writing about things is better than doing them.”
pause
in unison, with finger pointing: “…sometimes.”
now discussing what to do when a cat watches your terrible deeds
our stomachs are currently talking to each other
then I started making them say actual words
totes gonna liveblog me and annapear tonight
what’s that you say?
…oh, no, no, none of that. we’ll be NaNoing. and chatting. about cincodenada. WOOT.
occasionally I stalk ex-friends for the hell of it
found a nice gem of self-pity
laughed my ass off
trotted away like a happy little kitty
I can’t think of any greater happiness than to be with you all the time, without interruption, endlessly, even though I feel that here in this world there’s no undisturbed place for our love, neither in the village nor anywhere else; and I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more.
Franz Kafka (via atomos)
