I loved you so much once. I did. More than anything in the whole wide world. Imagine that. What a laugh that is now. We were so intimate once upon a time I can’t believe it now. I think that’s the strangest thing of all now. The memory of being that intimate with somebody. We were so intimate I could puke. I can’t imagine ever being that intimate with somebody else. I haven’t been.
Raymond Carver, Where I’m Calling From (via feminist-cunt)
me playing board games
Sometimes I just wanna fuck, and sometimes I wanna be in love, and sometimes I wanna be alone.
If you were a drug, there wouldn’t be a sober vein in my body.