writingdirty: After the chaos of our scene, she grew quiet and small. She balled herself up in my arms and whispered “do you really think I am disgusting?”I held her tightly and kissed her forehead and shook my head.“I think you are wonderful and
herdirtylittleheart: herdirtylittleheart: “Don’t look at the full moon with her. It would break my heart.” I know it’s unreasonable so I never ask, but I wish I could. I know better though, I know the moon doesn’t belong to me, and neither
insomniac-arrest: people talk all the time about “primal instincts” and it’s usually about violence or sexual temptations or something, but your humanity comes with a lot of different stuff that we do without really thinking about, that we do without
Apparently when I was a kid playing softball I used to get sad if my team lost but also sad when we won because I felt sad for everyone who lost. I feel like it was pretty obvious from day one that I was going to play for all teams.
quickienewyork: quickienewyork: Since I’ve stuck my head back in, I might as well share a new story for you all. Feels like classic QNY. :D — It was two a.m. when I stumbled into their hotel room. I had been at a photoshoot for the last six hours
quickienewyork: quickienewyork: Having multiple partners means knowing whom to ask which questions. I was sitting next to Alice at Lilly’s Bar one afternoon and she was making something out of her napkin. Her drink was nearly untouched and her coat
quickienewyork: Fucking in the park I can hear the sound of mosquitoes. Her dress is around her waist and my cock is inside her, and all I can think about is the buzz and the flick, and the inevitable mark that is coming. Fucking in the park I can smell