I am spinning. I am spiraling. I am falling apart. I am separating. We have separated. … after sixteen years. … And I don't know who I am without him.
Tag: Hell is Other People
…if I'm going to be connected to you, I'm going to be connected to *you*— crooked teeth and lightning bolts, birthmarks and bent dicks, whatever you've got, I'm okay with it. And I need you to be okay with me, because most of the things that I don't like about my prison of flesh aren't
“In a certain light, wouldn’t nuclear war be exciting?” he said. There I was, on what would turn out to be the middle of a long string of Scruff dates that would lead nowhere but a weekday drinking habit. He was in the Navy, maybe an officer if I remember correctly (which, I probably don’t).