Sex/Life 23
Get Lucky, Daft Punk. “God, how I hate this fucking song” I thought. Seemed to be the only one who hated it. Everybody in the club cheered when it started playi...
Get Lucky, Daft Punk. “God, how I hate this fucking song” I thought. Seemed to be the only one who hated it. Everybody in the club cheered when it started playi...
“I’ll send you selfies of my cock… doing a duckface” I said, answering her how I would keep passion flowing. She looked at my naked body, lying next...
What color were her eyes? I couldn’t tell. Not when I met her at the bar in which we dated for the first time, nor when we were sitting on my couch and it...
One said she wanted something more than just a man who talked about feelings. The other says what she likes about me is that I talk about my feelings, and that ...
It died. 2013 was gone, and the last remains of it were burnt down in multicolor fire. Fireworks that, for 25 minutes, enlightened the dark skies of midnight, g...