“[Poetry] may make us from time to time a little more aware of the deeper, unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves.”—T.S. Eliot (via philphys)
Plans for when I get my own place with someone I love
Wake up. Have sex. Make breakfast. Have sex. Go to work & wish I was home. Come home. Have a snack. Have sex. Watch tv. Get distracted by sex. Continue having sex. Take a shower. Have sex in the shower. Cook dinner. Have sex. Go to sleep.