when he's around i feel dirty, like the hair around your ears and neck when you haven't showered, like sweaty thighs stuck to leather car interior on a toohot day. his presence makes me uncomfortable. subtley, like a sand encrusted, leather skinned on the way home from a long day at the beach discomfort. it's like just by looking at me he leaves me with my stockings torn and my lipstick smeared. his toungue tastes like gin and malicious intent....
this was supposed to be my list of "reasons i need to stop seeing him" so why did it only turn me on?
this was supposed to be my list of "reasons i need to stop seeing him" so why did it only turn me on?
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demoivre:
Hello. Actually, I'm handling the return to reality very badly. *shudders* 
I haven't applied to UCSB yet as I'm trying to finish off all of the ridiculous classes that I can take at CC relatively cheaper--that and I'm changing my major, so that doesn't help. 
I haven't applied to UCSB yet as I'm trying to finish off all of the ridiculous classes that I can take at CC relatively cheaper--that and I'm changing my major, so that doesn't help. 
eurisko:
you sound pretty cool, i likethe same movies as you, well some anyway.