All at once we were madly, clumsily, shamelessly, agonizingly in love with each other; hopelessly, I should add, because the frenzy of mutual possession might have been assuaged only by our actually imbibing and assimilating every particle of each other's soul and flesh.
ph 1, 2: ina
it's summer and now that i've got all the time to do everything that i've been meaning to do (paint, read, run/go for long walks, blog etc.) i can't bring myself to do anything. please come back motivation. i want my lust for life back. i miss my girls back home.