Jan 26, 2022
god I love delinquency (in manga 🤧🤧🤧)
morita masanori is a master of the craft
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god I love delinquency (in manga 🤧🤧🤧)
morita masanori is a master of the craft
hadn't realized how much I'd missed him (and this manga) until now tbh
i sit at the dinner table, wearing heavy eyeliner and ripped jeans. black heels.
im holding chopsticks in one hand, idly sorting through the sushi dish in front of me. its a whole assortment. this is something new, refreshing. the conversation is good. i appreciate properly executed dates. hes incredibly cordial and chivalrous, and i love men like that. he knows what he wants, which is me and well, thats the best thing.
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this is fucking terrible. im not drunk enough to deal with this.
i take vodka and mix it with the six pack of beer that he buys for us. his hand is on my thigh after he blows up my phone with texts about how bad he wants to go down on me. i dont blame him. i taste pretty good. im drinking out of this styrofoam cup and hes running these little circles up and down my leg and rubbing his hands over the jumper im wearing.
its three in the morning.
im reeling over the residuals of being out in the cold, open-toed heels in fifteen degree weather, screaming out holiday greetings on the sidewalk because we never made it into the club.
his kisses are dry. its been a while. i dont like doing this. im so tired of detaching myself. but my hair smells like pineapple and cherries and i didnt shave just in case this shit happened for no reason.
we get to his house and the alcohol is starting to make everything run slow. thank god. he follows me into the bathroom and pulls my jumper down before dropping to his knees and crawling between my legs. i hook foot onto the toilet seat for anchoring and lay backwards against the cramped space of the bathroom, holding onto a towel rack for support and praying i dont rip it down by accident.
it feels good. not good. just good. distracting.
we fuck, and it doesnt last long.
i drink more beer. realize hes ripped my jumper and now i cant wear it ever again. i guess thats a good thing.
he starts acting entitled, and rude, and obnoxious. you give men an inch and they take a fucking mile sometimes. i dont have the patience for it. one night stands are created for a reason.
i delete his number and let him like my photos on instagram.
keep smiling.
only 27 n I'm only gettin better if I havn passed u yet watch me catch up now 4 real
I and many others are still kind of reeling from the Kanye remix mashup offered up by SomeOneHad2DoIt titled Deep/Slaves/Mercy. The enigmatic act is going the super mysterious and anonymous route, kind of like ZHU, and he, or she, or they, have a new one to please our ears and get us dancing again. In a move not too surprising after their wicked last track, they offer up a Drake option this time, titled 0 to 100 //The Catch Up. I love how their email reads "Nobody did, so someone had to" and it's signed "It doesn't matter who we are. What matters is my plan". Let's return back to Deep/Slaves/Mercy below again! SomeOneHad2DoIt's blend of hip hop and deep house is brilliant and energizing.
the best chop and screw i heard for this