Evenings and Weekends

by Oisín McKenna

but that was the thing with words: you only knew they were the wrong ones once you’d already said them, and by that time it was too late.

Best of all, she’s a source of gossip.

The problem, probably, had been Patti Smith.

I feel like living in London is like being on the constant verge of an orgasm but never being able to cum.

The decadence of always being left, lolling about in bed afterwards with just too many feelings to put into words. He said you should only ever get what you want for the most extraordinarily brief window of time. The rest of your life, you should spend in the pining.