Parentheses, oysters, nudes, drinking in the afternoon, men in shirts, the taste of money, train stations, counting with coffee spoons, sun through blinds, blood and salt and hormones and oxytocin and spittle and oil, flowers for free, dinner parties, symmetry, maths, suffering and love and the thrill, of under me you so quite new.
Thursday, 10 November 2011
'You don't like me as much as I like you'.
'I guess I've only just realised that you don't like me as much as I like you'.
You know you're an English student when you shudder and think, Oh lord, don't use the comparative. It's brutal.