When I die, I want to decompose in a barrel of porter and have it served in all the pubs in Dublin.: intimacy.

Friday, February 10, 2012

intimacy.

she wears her clothes like a

second skin.

every time he peels them away

it feels new to him.

but

for her, it’s just

another

obligation.

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