watching Sexy Beast on IFC....Ben Kingsley is the fucking man!!
ok, this is sort of a fantasy, but I suppose this fits into a answer. ok it's a sunday evening, and it's just about sunset where the sun is in that orange-red tint, and I'm drawing, and I look towards my right and I see my girlfriend, typing a paper or something, and I'm looking at her, with her legs folded up onto my chair, and pair of shorts (or boxers) and a tanktop on, she's really consintrating on what she's doing. she has glasses, and her hair is in a bun, and I'm just looking at her, seeing her in this perfect moment, where she doesn't know I'm admiring her. I get out of my seat, and I walk towards her, and I lean my head on the right side of her shoulder, bent down enough so that my eyes are looking down instead of what shes typing. my lips pressed against her shoulder blade, and she smiles, arches her head against mine, and says softly "hey".
and thats it. yes that's my whole "evening". it's more like a moment instead of a actual we go out, or we have hours of sex, but it seems so hopefully to me...at least
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noctem:
Oh, and I would love to check out your book man! Support the underground. Be it music, film or art.
crim:
Sexy Beast was a weird one for me. I loved it, and I didn't. I really couldn't explain why 