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we were two planes at different altitudes on the same path
we were two trains with clueless conductors on parallel tracks
we were sure as hell wherever we were going we were never coming back" — 0 minutes ago

ast update: we were two planes at different altitudes on the same path
we were two trains with clueless conductors on parallel tracks
we were sure as hell wherever we were going we were never coming back

we were two planes at different altitudes on the same payh
we were two trains with clueless conductors on parallel tracks
we were sure as hell wherever we were going we were never coming back

This book is tearing me up. I am reminded of my father and his last months with us. I am afraid to continue. I don't want to bawl right now.

Are we the pure products and what does that even mean pure isn't it obvious we are each our own culture alive with the virus that's waiting to unmake us

“How about next week you come over and we have dinner, how about that?” She flicks my nipple and smiles.
“Okay. I thought you didn’t want to take me to your place because of some reason.”
“What kind of reason?” I ask as she continues to play with my nipple.”

So Saige, you just nonchalantly play with someone else's nipple whilst eating cereal. Oh yeah right, no big deal.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”
She nods and sniffs again.
“Hard?” I ask, just to make sure. She nods again.
“Let me get a condom.”


And there I was thinking Quinn was the worst, I was wrong, Saige is! Girl you just had a freaking nightmare!!! I rolled my eyes so hard I saw my brain! Ughhhh

Dude! The girl just had a freaking nightmare, and there you are wanting to fuck her right there in the sink! What the?!!!

Half way through and I can't still see where the story is headed. I know there's a huge twist, but I'm getting bored already.

“I seize her wrist and lick her palm."

Wait. What? It is so odd to lick someone's palm. That's just...weird.

Oh what a bunch of dbags.

Imagine this, girls, a guy always without a miss, calling you by your first and last name every freaking time. Wouldn't that be annoying, and a little creepy. I mean come on! Nobody wants that!

"I want butter and salt on my pop corn Saige Beaumont."
"I'm gonna kiss you now Saige Beaumont,"
"I want a smoke Saige Beaumont."

Ah what is this (no those are not the exact lines, but yep it is frustrating.)

Oh Quinn stoppppp! Don't do thatttt! She's playing youuuu! Arggh

Oh Quinn you are in a big big trouble. Saige is playing you, you uncontrollable man!

Oh Quinn you are in a big big trouble. Saige is playing you, you uncontrollable man!

I just had to listen to Take Me To Church by Hozier for the full effect. And it surprisingly works!! Oh Quinn you are smooth!

"Saige" I can't stop saying her name.


Oh Quinn please! It's just a name!! Be done with it already. Haha

Hmm i have a feeling Saige is the stalker hahah! Okay shush! Just wild guesses!

Some NA before I will go on a hiatus.

Is how we live or try to live supposed to embellish us?
All I see is the residue of my other, failed faces.

But maybe what we're after is just a less abrasive regard:
not "It's still not there," but something like "Come in, be still."

How we toil, he mused,
from this aimless hour
to that, from one intractable
quandary to the next, until
we're left only a horrible
fear of our own existence

Ah this poetry book is so soooo good!

Stardust

Love doesn't require forgiveness. It favors tact over honesty -
A fistful of leaves, over none at all.

Sea Glass


All along it was true: timing really is everything. I've loved this life.
If it's obe thing to have missed the constellations for the stars themselves, it's another, entirely, to have never looked up.