• d a n a commented on the post, sly 4 years, 8 months ago

    When she sneaked into my dorm room, a small noise escaped from the lips of my room mate. She adorned black fish net stockings, a tight red dress and scarlet lipstick. My room mate said he’d never seen a woman as sexy as she. I only just found out about the documents she stole from my bedside drawer.

  • d a n a commented on the post, bonfire 4 years, 8 months ago

    I watched the fire slowly devour the wood and wondered if being engulfed in it’s flames would be less painful than seeing you with her, just across the bonfire. The marshmallow I’m roasting caught on fire and I shook my head disapprovingly at how pathetic liking someone is.

  • d a n a commented on the post, desolation 4 years, 8 months ago

    When you left, everything became a blur of repetitive addictions and rare distinctions. I woke up one day with nothing left but the bitter aftertaste of our memories. You’re a crappy actor but someday, I know you’d win an Oscar on Best Desolation.

  • d a n a commented on the post, desolation 4 years, 8 months ago

    When you left, everything became a blur of repetitive addictions and rare distinctions. I woke up one day with nothing left but the bitter aftertaste of our memories. Your a crappy actor but someday, I know you’d win an Oscar on Best Desolation

  • d a n a commented on the post, sultry 4 years, 8 months ago

    Maybe it was the way she read her poetry in all the voices an actor could only wish to master. Sultry, sweet and filled with a never-ending innocence that would make your heart skip a beat every time you hear it.

  • d a n a commented on the post, educated 4 years, 8 months ago

    For an extremely educated person, I feel like I could easily get stupefied by the thought of an infinity. I know and understand the concept of a ‘universe’ but I still couldn’t imagine the lack of existence of a boundary.

  • d a n a commented on the post, framework 4 years, 9 months ago

    In the framework of my brain, I’ve spent my whole life. Bobbing and weaving through posts and broken windows, desperately trying to piece the debris of my unspoken thoughts together and desperately trying to understand myself.