Cereixa:

cereixa:

Tran Nguyen

Wrigleyville

When we move to the north side,  Urbane you and increasingly urbane me, Can we smoke inside?

In between the times when you get distracted By a book on your desk like you did last night, I don't want to have to go outside,

When you get distracted and read from it your foreign poetry, Words I don't understand telling me you'll give me $10 if I guess correctly What animal it's about And I start singing to you in Spanish from the song about longing and being stuck, Probablemente ya, probably by now you've forgotten about me, 

I'll just want you to shut up So I can write and smoke and breathe without distraction, all in one go. When we move to the north side, Can we smoke inside? I don't want to have to go outside, So I can write and smoke and breathe without distraction, all in one go.  

I'm worried that tumblr is sort of desensitizing me to the joy of women's bodies, but she's just fucking hot. 

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quesandgays: goodmorningdeath

This is absolutely the perfect Ivy bedroom. It's got the whole cocoon thing, which I like, as well as plenty of shelf space to put tons of books and my glasses in at night.   I also love being really up high to sleep.  I loved love bunk beds.  I don't know how I feel about the huge window, though. Maybe it would come with a shade.