D has returned from her long holiday. phew. my other brain half is intact again. it was tough work carrying the “long-short curly hair” torch for three weeks

OMG CAN I READ THAT POEM WITH THE SOFABED PLS

call-me-mish:

hahaha you’re so cute yeah sure:

“Bisexuality is like a sofa-bed

it’s not a sofa

it’s not a bed

when it looks like a sofa

it’s a sofa-bed

when it looks like a bed

it’s a sofa-bed

it’s not going through a sofa-bed phase,

it’s just a sofa-bed

a fucking sofa-bed

editor should be done by the end of the week, barring further computer troubles. I’m this close to finishing the script for the book trailer.

some mornings I wake up a few minutes before Jake and I roll over and hold on to him and he smiles in his sleep, the giddy sleepy sort of smile, and the morning light melts me and I lie in a useless puddle of flustered love.