November 2011
2 posts
james/oxford/i am such a bitch
appendix a
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dates after class cuddling on the couch you yawn and your arm meets my shoulder i say really? and you say yes.
i lose interest and hurt your feelings and spend the rest of the time avoiding you.
appendix b
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a date in the park knees pressed together in pubs a hobo tells us to stay in love, love is precious, later i say that was uncomfortable
and then i lose interest and hurt...
oxford, pt. 1
i remember the way your hand felt in mine—or, no, just the idea of the way your hand felt in mine, the thinness of your fingers, the way i didn’t mean to reach for you but somehow i did and somehow you interpreted the motion correctly—even though i didn’t—and the way we tumbled behind everyone else toward the staircase, confused around corners, through the door, up...