it was early yet; for us. the water and sky grey with junes’ goodbye. cold, you huddled in your hoody- up on the open deck. i felt i should apologize but there can be no apology for this. i cannot ride a ferry and not tease the wind with my hair. not sink into the sensations of the sea with my skin. you and he talked of return times- unaware that the girl beside you thought of death. of white shores and swift sunrises. of the way white foam sinks seamlessly downward beyond each wave in our wake. like souls. of how she would like to join the waves- when she dies. to be white. and seamless. and sinking. in her wake.|Aran|

it was early yet; for us. the water and sky grey with junes’ goodbye. cold, you huddled in your hoody- up on the open deck. i felt i should apologize but there can be no apology for this. i cannot ride a ferry and not tease the wind with my hair. not sink into the sensations of the sea with my skin. you and he talked of return times- unaware that the girl beside you thought of death. of white shores and swift sunrises. of the way white foam sinks seamlessly downward beyond each wave in our wake. like souls. of how she would like to join the waves- when she dies. to be white. and seamless. and sinking. in her wake.
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mattituck. the east end. the end of all that happened in my 23rd year. love. lane. and i do love that lane. fondue for the eight of us, dark chocolate right next door and a slew of wineries to come- our lips stained red by the end of the day. my face stretched with the joy of you. |Aran|

mattituck. the east end. the end of all that happened in my 23rd year. love. lane. and i do love that lane. fondue for the eight of us, dark chocolate right next door and a slew of wineries to come- our lips stained red by the end of the day. my face stretched with the joy of you. 
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out east for your birthday, out east on the island, like a miniature vacation, these open spaces we never see for all the green. who knew it was so close geographically, but socially, another world. we were like world-weary travellers, then, sitting on Love Lane eating cheeses from hundreds of countries. breads and fruits, but plates of cheddars, bries, fondues. a kitschy cafe big enough for but ten, but too small to hold our happiness. [Mayday] photo reblog via chrisabigail

out east for your birthday, out east on the island, like a miniature vacation, these open spaces we never see for all the green. who knew it was so close geographically, but socially, another world. we were like world-weary travellers, then, sitting on Love Lane eating cheeses from hundreds of countries. breads and fruits, but plates of cheddars, bries, fondues. a kitschy cafe big enough for but ten, but too small to hold our happiness.

[Mayday]

photo reblog via chrisabigail

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she looked like a madam out of a brothel: corseted, buxom, and somehow wise in these arts, feigned geisha manners. a different sort of keeper, she sold us to the man who’d bought our shots. 1 hour, 1 bottle of $600 champagne, 2 curtains, little light. gyrations, firewater play on skin, and then: ‘so when do you…?’ in a russian accent. we laughed. ‘oh, we don’t do that. that’s illegal.’ he shrugged, bade us sit, and asked instead what our favourite breed of horse was. 2 grand for a dog and pony show. [Mayday]

she looked like a madam out of a brothel: corseted, buxom, and somehow wise in these arts, feigned geisha manners. a different sort of keeper, she sold us to the man who’d bought our shots. 1 hour, 1 bottle of $600 champagne, 2 curtains, little light. gyrations, firewater play on skin, and then: ‘so when do you…?’ in a russian accent. we laughed. ‘oh, we don’t do that. that’s illegal.’ he shrugged, bade us sit, and asked instead what our favourite breed of horse was. 2 grand for a dog and pony show.

[Mayday]

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negotiations ensued. we stayed well back, crossing our legs, attracting attention- deflecting. i suppose merchandise doesn’t negotiate for itself. price set, the curtain closed and we, alone, but for this strange stranger, set about making time fly. his test told him we were both waiting for the right man— because my box was black, yours was clear, and some psychologist somewhere said that this was a good idea. we laughed into our hands. he left before the hour was up, and we celebrated with cherry bombs.|Aran|

negotiations ensued. we stayed well back, crossing our legs, attracting attention- deflecting. i suppose merchandise doesn’t negotiate for itself. price set, the curtain closed and we, alone, but for this strange stranger, set about making time fly. his test told him we were both waiting for the right man— because my box was black, yours was clear, and some psychologist somewhere said that this was a good idea. we laughed into our hands. he left before the hour was up, and we celebrated with cherry bombs.
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