shojo

Will things make me less happy?
WHEN I GET BACK!?

I've just returned from Hawaii. Nothing can make one detest being single or detest almost obscenely large crowds, more than the beaches of Waikiki. String bikinis, broiling flesh, hardened pecs, and the unmistakable scent of greasy sun tan lotion.... it all makes me want to murder endangered animals, really.

We just might work out fine
because I love you enough
to let you give the pain that I want
...And when you do
I just might fuck you
enough to love you.
Once upon my night stand
lied letters piled in columns
postmarked Middle Island
out east in the country of Solemn.