Plathological

The pain I felt upon seing this photo was immediate. All I wanted, instantly, was to be drunk on stoli vanil, in your new apartment and rolling about on a couch opposite you. On the couch, through a haze of early morning alchohol poisoning, seeing you looking like this. It made me jealous of the time that went by in that room, where I wasn't.

AAAAAAH! YOU! Your...BANGS!!!! I... die so much.

xavier,

trust me, I would like for nothing more than to have said scene unfold itself as often as it used to. the settee is the perfect place for exchange, and figs.