and all that you never said
will smother my ears.
If you find your road, have the courage to follow it.
You must be a combination of copper and tellurium because you are CuTe
Clean, pretty cappuccino.
From The Rogue Rennard in Paddington (Brisbane), Australia.
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But when we’re not interested in someone, we’re vilified. We’re the bitch that lead them on, the bitch who let them buy us dinner but didn’t want to date them, the bitch who doesn’t appreciate a nice guy, the bitch they were nice to and then got nothing in return from.
And, frankly, fuck those people. Showing interest in me, being friendly with me, getting close to me, or eating a meal with me (even if they paid for it) doesn’t obligate me to open my heart or my legs. And anyone who doesn’t appreciate my friendship sure as hell doesn’t deserve my love or my pussy.
It starts with a thought that boils over in my head, because soon enough, my eyes are hot and watering at the corners. I struggle to remember how to breathe normally but I can’t, so I inhale deeply. My lip quivers, fighting its own battle not to make a sound. I don’t. have it. together. I can picture it all over again from the passenger seat and replay the words you used to score my heart this way and that, and I break. Because for someone who whispers that I’m amazing and all things wonderful to say something so hurtful in turn, and so blindly out of context, is a shock to the system that sends me reeling. I accept your apology. I really do.
But I don’t know how not to be upset right now.
And in the morning,
when you’re turning,
I’ll be out of reach.
And in the darkness,
when you find this,
I’ll be far to sea.
‘All The Way Down’ by Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova
This anger is so overwhelming that I can’t.
I just can’t.
There comes a fun point in a man’s life when he stops dating girls and starts dating women. Girls, well, they’re great and all, but they’re still growing and finding themselves. Women, real women, know themselves, and don’t fuck about, thank-you-kindly. About six months or so ago I started seeing