(via loveyourchaos)
He was lighting her cigarette while probably looking at her shoes. Andy, you wanted to be plastic. Me too…and I really need a pair of those Sedgwick earrings!
Dream Journal
I never
I never had sex with my father but I would have, if he had agreed. Once he realized how I felt he never again let me so much as lean against him while we watched television. I was never allowed to rest my head in his lap, or hold his hand. We gave up our late-night dancing in the kitchen to his favorite records; we stopped camping together. He took away my old hunting rifle, and when I rode behind him on his motorcycle I wasn’t allowed to wrap my arms around his waist anymore. I had to let them lie on my own thighs, even when taking sharp corners.
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| — | Trace/Ianthe in Haven Kimmel’s Iodine |
