"I could not be a painter. The two dimensions do not satisfy me. I have to have the reality given by the third dimension"- Bourgeois
lady of the house of love
Monday, 7 February 2011
Sunday, 6 February 2011
Saturday, 5 February 2011
Friday, 4 February 2011
The Hero Loves As Well As You.
And you in your boxers and me in the pyjamas I am wearing this very second and I told you how there was not a woman before you and how I wanted there to be a woman and the way you told me you wanted me, and the way you told me you wanted me one more time before I went and the text I sent you and the next time, at mine, and kissing you outside, not wanting to do you in the filthy toilets of a familiar club and my bed here, topless, bleeding and doing it just for you and kissing you afterwards and not wanting you to leave in the morning and you in your boxers and me in my pyjamas and my hand being held and your necklaces and that time here and being on top and doing it how you wanted and me in just a cardigan and touching it and you making me a cup of tea and knowing I'm tweeting about you and smiling at me and that time at yours when everything was horrible and you trying to take my trousers off and kissing me.
- Dagger.
Thursday, 3 February 2011
"She Was On The Way To The Bank And I Jumped In Front Of Her Car"
i don't want to be broken and alone again
lady of the house of love
lady of the house of love
Mean Things That Were Said To Me Yesterday:
- I was thinking about it, and our relationship sucked.
- You were just a shag on a sofa.
- You've gotten fat.
- Okay, no, you're getting fat.
Nice things were said as well.
I was quite pleased that I hadn't drunk text anyone last night, and then I realised I was in a pub with exactly everyone whom I have ever drunk text, and I elected to lean on the bar and tell everyone the story of the Bachee instead.
I hate that I utterly fancy you even when you're really drunk and talking about bucket vaginas.
- Dagger.
- You were just a shag on a sofa.
- You've gotten fat.
- Okay, no, you're getting fat.
Nice things were said as well.
I was quite pleased that I hadn't drunk text anyone last night, and then I realised I was in a pub with exactly everyone whom I have ever drunk text, and I elected to lean on the bar and tell everyone the story of the Bachee instead.
I hate that I utterly fancy you even when you're really drunk and talking about bucket vaginas.
- Dagger.
Wednesday, 2 February 2011
AND I'M LIKE FUCK YOU
so, i made my hand in.. surely i should be feeling amazing instead of considering scratching out my own eyes?
sometimes i really hate this
lady of the house of love
sometimes i really hate this
lady of the house of love
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