boys are cool but have you ever had a stuffed crust pizza
Don’t ask me about her lips. How they ruby and burn. Stretch full over white teeth, taut like a drum. I want her to make music of me.
Don’t ask me about her hands. The way they are scarred with stories. How they slide down her legs as I stare. Mouth cotton; eyes hungry.
Don’t ask me about my hunger. The way my stomach drops tight when she looks at me. The way my palms itch for her bones. Don’t ask me about my fear. The way she comes to me.
How I open my mouth to say “Yes” and it comes out “I’m sorry.”
futuristic semi-dystopian robot oppression in the late 60s.
yesssssss fund it.
|—||Ezra Koenig (via sighclop)|
My ideal date would be me wearing a thick furry coat and black agent provocateur lingerie and snorting coke in an 18th century room alone.
Costume sketch by Edith Head for Marilyn Maxwell in ‘Rock-A-Bye Baby’, 1958.