Attn. teenage girl: You pile device on top of device then read something text-heavy on the smallest possible screen you can find, and I, meanwhile, am hosting a book orgy on my bite-size table.
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The beat-up jeans and misshapen T-shirts of random men with crew cuts remind me of you on a Saturday in the garage, playing around with your engine, or on an errand you begrudged, or with a fuck-you attitude while we were out to dinner or lunch.
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tattooed/well-toned husband caught me gawking at his handsome wife’s magnificent ass as I staked out the magazine racks, pen & notebook at the ready.
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Escalating Chloe Sevigny crush; rent Last Days of Disco ASAP.
