Friday, May 25, 2012


I recognized her instantly as one of his kind: golden and soft with unexpected fiery bits, inspiring erotic and motherly urges at once. They were the same: clothes seemed obscene, yet you naturally wanted to imagine them protected and well cared for, if only to avoid breaking your own heart on the possibility that they’d wilt under a less-than-gentle sun, or simply break somehow.
Read: thickjam.

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