March 2012
i feel bad for all of my followers
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I never know what to write about when I’m happy. So, in the meantime enjoy pictures of properly dressed ladies and gents, things that allude to the Adirondack lifestyle, tattoos, blink-182, airplanes, and rough sex. Back to tumblr as usual.
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February 2012
Not having a dryer for a month has taken its toll
My room is a disaster. It looks like a Rugby and a J Crew collided in a blackhole while a tornado from Williamsburg roared through during a storm in which it rained hot pockets, after a frat party.
It drives me nuts
that the relationship we have, even as friends, is so different than what people perceive it to be and what they know about. And, I hate how you always reappear just to fuck with me.
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I like the sounds you make when you're shaking
You like to lose control and I take it.
Oh, I like the way you breathe when we’re moving.
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