I need to start asking people for their numbers.
“my goal is to always come from a place of love …but sometimes you just have to break it down for a motherfucker”
-RuPaul
crafty penis 2011.
(via redbeardedoctopus)
you with all your lovers, all your conquests, all your swirling drama; too busy to write, too busy to be kind, too important to be present.
sandy days
covered in glass and sand, I asked about you. you lay there, pale, sun refracting, breathing low. you told me to do what was best for me. I asked when I should do that, that thing that’s best for me. you told me to do it when it was best for me. I asked if you were me, what would you do. you told me, you’d do it sooner rather then later. I sank back down, airplanes roaring over my speedo, the river current racing towards the west, 33rd street beach. I closed my eyes and whispered: I choose to be seen, met and nourished.
beard compliments are my new favorite date.
(via redbeardedoctopus)
friday night.
you told me,
start and see what happens.
this is where
I began.
you were right
all along.