February 2009
5 posts
the only upside to feeling bad: fever dreams
havent-got-a-prayer:
delacroix:
I was a teenage psychic detective, trying to solve a case and win a bike. So, I headed over to Stephen King’s house—he was blind and in a wheelchair—and told him I knew who had tried to kill him: the mafia, of course. Then, his bitchy young wife and haughty mother-in-law kicked me out.
On the way out, I ran into a messenger (who looked a lot like my mom)...
“I’m tired of calling you and missing you, and dreaming that I’ve slept with you....”
– (via underthesheets)
underthesheets:
So you wanna be my friend, so you wanna be my lover? With you, I do confess I can’t be one without the other. That was hard for me to say, I hope I said it right.
