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Dimples poke their way into her cheeks has Manilo climbs on stage and shoots her a wink. Daniel shakes his head folding up a dollar and handing it to her. Taking it, the two walk up to the stage, and place the bills into the band on Manilo’s assless shorts. “I just wish you would lighten up more.” Daniel sighs has they share a ‘thank you’ embrace and she steals a kiss from her favourite stripper.
Excerpt from a little write. (via pemaryan)
Dress shopping for tomorrow. I loved this one- but it was slightly damaged. Truly a shame.
Contents, Oct 12th 2014
When you find something you wrote a while ago and then start to read it.
BUT THEN YOU NEVER FINISHED IT AND IT’S JUST A WICKED CLIFF HANGER.
YOU
YOU DID THAT TO YOURSELF
Starbucks on Lexington.
Literally. The. Best. Text.
Reliiiiiiefffff
New Yorkers take pride in being bad at geography.
“Wyoming? What is that? A state? Oh. I thought it was the new bar on 14th”
“You’re from where? Ohio? Where is that next to Texas? No? Hahaha whatever”
It like, “Hahaha. We might not know that Iowa is a state. But who gives a fuck. Not us.” and then we’ll take a one dollar slice, throw it in your face and proceed to break dance.
New York in a nutshell.
X Guy rolling a blunt on the side of a road X A tourist over swiping their metrocard X Homeless man using up four seats to sleep. Two more for his garbage bags X SHOWTIME! X The conveniently homeless only during the summer, “Do you have change for five dollars? I’m trying to go to my dead mom’s funeral.” X Hotdog Chestnut Halal Bagel Pretzel carts X Everyone had a top bun now. X Cops eating donuts or slamming someone on the floor.
I’ll love you when you’re old & grey.
I’ll inch up on my tippy toes to plant kisses upon your rosy cheeks.
We’ll talk about the days of our youth. And you’ll remind me I’m still a child.
You’ll complain about your aches & pains, and all the dishes I’ll leave in the sink.
You’ll call yourself old, and I’ll disagree Because you’ll know all the slang much better than me.
After all the kisses and all the hugs. After all the years of tears and beers.
I’ll love you for eternity and all those left over years.
I’ll love you when you’re old & grey.
I’ll inch up on my tippy toes to plant kisses upon your rosy cheeks.
We’ll talk about the days of our youth. And you’ll remind me I’m still a child.
You’ll complain about your aches & pains, and all the dishes I’ll leave in the sink.
You’ll call yourself old, and I’ll disagree Because you’ll know all the slang much better than me.
After all the kisses and all the hugs. After all the years of tears and beers.
I’ll love you for eternity and all those left over years.
The warm sun seeped into our bedroom on an early Saturday. Usually, something I try to avoid, but he drew back the curtains last night. Somewhere around my third drink and his fifth, he decided it was too dark in the apartment. Without a second thought, he opened every shade and curtain before realizing it was 2am.
Last night was fun, or was it this morning? Does that matter? Not really I guess. I open my eyes again, debating if I want to accept the morning or not. Considering the silence outside, I assume most of Brooklyn has decided against it.
Me on the train: Wow. I'm going to get so much done when I get home.
Me at home: nahhh.
*drives self crazy rereading text messages*
Mood: Stay in bed and have sex all morning. Reality: 45 minutes late to my fitness class and eating a McGriddle.
