I want everything I now love, everything I could imagine holding onto in this world, to be debased, and thus commodified, as when everything is commodified there is nothing left to lose. The destructive character lives from the feeling, not that life is worth living, but that suicide is not worth the trouble. We baptize ourselves with complete contempt for every structure that subjectivates, i.
See, this time last year, Matrix fever was in the process of sweeping me towards AM screenings at the Mann Chinese and the acquisition of not one, not two, but three separate soundtracks, and I was giddy over the prospect of seeing Final Flight of the Osiristhe first of several animated Matrix shorts, on the big screen. Osiris was only being shown as pre- Dreamcatcher entertainment, however, so Warner Brothers got my nine dollars, I thoroughly enjoyed the snazzy animation, and as the short's credits rolled, I whispered to my friend, "I don't care how bad Dreamcatcher is. That was worth it.
Yes to new experiences. Yes to recruiters. Yes to romantic set ups.
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To be exactly what she ordered when she had me genetically created for her. This fantasy is a fetish that makes me tremble when it hits me. I fucked myself while writing this.
I can't seem to control myself around you. I need you, here, now. I always need you but this is more urgent.
For those unaware, "confession Tumblr" is basically a holding place for collaborative diaries—a spot where teens can draft a short, lovelorn passage, submit it to an anonymous lockbox, and have it immortalized on a blog for all to see a few days later. Most confession Tumblrs focus on, like, Ed Sheeran and One Direction —celebrities specifically designed to mine as much teen aphrodisia as possible. You know, a private place to wax poetic about Harry Styles's tattoos.
I went to his hotel and knocked on the door, praying that he was there. He opened the door and smiled at me. As soon as he closed the door behind me, I was all over him. I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him against me, backing into the wall.
My make-up must be perfect, although I like it when he smears my lip gloss. I drink nothing but pineapple juice the day before, so my pussy tastes sweet. Date night at last.