The Honey Pot
songbirdstew:

rej0ice:

youroldarchenemycatwoman:

theblackmap:

thesassyshow:

“You were a million miles away, Mom says.”
~ Ghostland and Afterland section of “Skippy Dies”
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“With his dark, broken looks, his languid manner and quick wit, there was never any shortage of young women willing to test the springs with him.”
~ Amagansett, by Mark Mills
Sooth me, soothsayer…

“He drank, gasped, wiped his big moustache on the end of his scarf, drank, gasped, and lay back in his chair.”
-DH Lawrence, Sons and Lovers
what does this mean?

“My fingers clenched the cloth of skirt, and my voice quavered.”
-Danzy Senna, Caucasia.
Out of context, I am reading sleazy romantic trash.

The book nearest me is Baby Einstein’s Touch and Feel Farm Animals and it doesn’t have 45 pages.

# for the archive

songbirdstew:

rej0ice:

youroldarchenemycatwoman:

theblackmap:

thesassyshow:

“You were a million miles away, Mom says.”

~ Ghostland and Afterland section of “Skippy Dies”

____________________________________________________

“With his dark, broken looks, his languid manner and quick wit, there was never any shortage of young women willing to test the springs with him.”

~ Amagansett, by Mark Mills

Sooth me, soothsayer…

“He drank, gasped, wiped his big moustache on the end of his scarf, drank, gasped, and lay back in his chair.”

-DH Lawrence, Sons and Lovers

what does this mean?

“My fingers clenched the cloth of skirt, and my voice quavered.”

-Danzy Senna, Caucasia.

Out of context, I am reading sleazy romantic trash.

The book nearest me is Baby Einstein’s Touch and Feel Farm Animals and it doesn’t have 45 pages.

# for the archive

(Source: thefuckwouldisaywhatfor)