This is like... a section that would take forever ohhhh
myyyyy.
Basically, I read for fun, music = life, and god damn I love to
cook.
My favorite movie is
High Fidelity and also
2 Days is a close
second.
My favorite band is
Brand New.
My top 15 bands, according to last.fm:
Brand New
Eye
Alaska
Taking Back
Sunday
Jack's
Mannequin
As Cities
Burn
Temposhark
Hyper
Crush
Incubus
Alexisonfire
Something
Corporate
Finch
3OH!3
Kiss Kiss
Thrice
Portugal.
The Man
A few more add-ons:
Cursive
Paolo
Nutini
Hey!Tonal
Moneen
You can find me on last.fm if you want to find out more:
hurricaneholly
"I'll be the waterwings that save you if you start drowning in an
open tab when your judgement's on the brink. I'll be the phonograph
that plays your favorite albums back as your lying there drifting
off to sleep... I'll be the platform shoes and undo what heredity's
done to you... You won't have to strain to look into my eyes. I'll
be your winter coat buttoned and zipped straight to the throat with
the collar up so you won't catch a cold."
My favorite food is
sushi or pretty much anything not
"american".
Here's an excerpt from my favorite novel. A nonfiction called
"Loose Girl: A Memoir of Promiscuity".
In the darkness, he touches me, his long, strong fingers moving
across the surface of my skin, his breath hot and real near my ear.
He kisses tenderly, my ear, my neck, my mouth. Slides my shirt over
my head, the movement choreographed with his breath. Then his
fingers on the button of my jeans, the hesitation. Will she let me
do this? He must be wondering. And my wordless answer, a movement
of the hips. Yes, yes always yes. He slips off the jeans, the
underwear, and then on top of me, his solid body, the weight of
him, his movement, all so real, all so there. It doesn’t matter who
he is. There are so many of them. Him. Me. Our movement together.
Proof, I think again and again, of being worthwhile. Proof of being
loved.