the truth - handsome boy modeling school

Go to the mountain I must.

afters

The crane wife.

Speaking of embarrassing and hilarious and weirdsexysweet. That is an awesome story. I love Walnut ripping the throats out of her would-be suitors and then coming on to the unassuming zookeeper dude who "wins over her wild heart.."

lovely against copper

I used to hate vinyl, I thought it was nearly a crime of unnatural proportions. Once a long time ago, then-FPH said he liked it cz it stays clean and doesn't rot like wood, and I logged that opinion and mulled it at length - could I ever love a man enough to suffer a vinyl fence I wondered?

I didn't know jackshit. About fences, men or suffering.

Kiss Me - Magic!

Today, new truck rolls up, new guys.

You aren't the fence guys.
We are the gutter guys.
Ok, did he tell you about the historic channel boxes? He said he ordered them.
No, but that's ok, we will be here tomorrow too, where do they go?
(I walk over to where he is and point up.) See the outline where they used to be?
Wow!
What?
YOU SMELL FANTASTIC.
(giggle) Gee, thanks.

That's my tulip mood. I bloombloombloom, pheromones  spraying like pollen, stronger and stonger the longer I go without a furrybee nzl.

"Tulip, the Avenger" - a mood inevitable

bonus track - Ottawa in May

My taste in houses is exactly like my taste in men. Duck duck goose. They're all alike. Until BLAM I spot one that is more than meets the eye. And I am always right about it. Difference is, houses can be repaired. History just wrecks people.

death cab for cutie - I dreamt we spoke again

fence - before / during

I love being alive. For as long as I can remember, I have been fierce about it like a dog ferocious over its bone. Life will be taken away - you know that right?

rebecca loebe only love can break your heart (for a friend I never see)

VIRGO People owe you, it's true, but if they can't pay, what does it matter? Even thinking about it is a waste of time. Your best bet is to take the lesson and move on.

Weekend love horoscope VIRGO: Not everything you do has to make sense.

What do these do?

In the pictures I found of the house 50 years ago there are those things halfway down the outside walls connecting gutters to downspouts. I dunno what they do exactly. They aren't on moderns houses. But they look really cool. I want them.

two door cinema club - what you know

This roofer, he has a wife, in-laws up his ass, his entire extended clan comes and goes here yelled at by him to do this or that for me just so. All watching me, stopping and holding stock still (full. stop.) when I pass in and out of the house. I love it, not gonna lie. I bet his wife wants to punch him in the face on the reg. #gladIamnotthewife

during

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during

 A spell unbroken by actual touch, I will remain A Good Thing, his attraction swirling around me like a purring animal on my bare legs.

armscrossy

Wouldn't it be nice if in four years a woman could go anywhere on earth alone safely? Then everywhere would be as safe as it is here inside these walls, where no man gets to hurt me or even be rude.

This is our second roof together, so we are familiar. And I haven't ever slept with him, so he doesn't act like an ass.

before

VIRGO There's this thing called emotional leaning. It's when one person depends on others for a prop up. Paradoxically, the one who can figure out a way to balance and stand alone probably won't have to.

From the balancing posture series. 

saturday

“Tell me who you really are.” Kruger gets onto his knees in front of her. He lifts the front of her dress and pulls her hips towards him. Pulls her panties down and off, slings her long legs over his shoulders. Buries his face in her pussy. “Oh, fuck,” she groans. “Oh, fuck.” She’s so turned on that she thinks she will come immediately and tries to slow herself down. It is so delicious and so all-encompassing… she wants it to last forever, but the pressure builds and builds and she’s shot into space. When the orgasm thunders inside her she hears herself shout. Her eyes are still closed; she is not quite back to earth when he turns her over with rough hands, turns her so that her back is towards him and he can grip her ass. He licks her cheek, bites it, gives it a smack. The aftershock of the orgasm is still rippling through when he penetrates her, wet and swollen and his hungry thrusts make her come again. She’s falling down a mountain she doesn’t remember climbing. He pounds into her spasms. He yells when he explodes and then melts away, but his grip on her is still firm. He hugs her towards him — she can feel his heart on her back — and inhales her neck as if she is the only thing in his world. Like they will never let go. Or like they will never touch again.
 ~Grey Magic: Chronicles of a Burnt Out Witch, JT Larence


farmers market, yoga for couple sweaty hours, homemade peach handpie for lunch, lying around naked all afternoon reading pulp for inspiration

the trews - poor ol me 

Beauty in the breakdown

froufrou-let go-gareth bush

"I swear the earth shall surely be complete to him or her who shall be complete." Walt Whitman

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