(via cherriesandmilk)
Dearest Cassie,
letters unsent to my lover's fiancée
Those who don’t build must burn.
Sex is not something you do to someone. Sex is not a one way transitive verb, with a subject, you, and an object, the body you’re with.. it’s about being with and feeling with.. It’s a matter of paying attention- as if you are paying attention to someone who matters.
How Men Have Sex, Stoltenberg (via quote-book)
More on this later. I didn’t do it to him, or him to me. It was a moment that happened at our intersection.
And maybe I trusted him too much. I know you did, for he to intersect with me at all. If you knew, I wouldn’t feel compelled to write.
“sometimes i buy heels just for the prospect of getting fucked wearing them.”
ispyalexa (via quickienewyork)
—written by pleasefindthis.
(submitted by talkplaylove)
I’m being reckless with mine and yours and his.
If you go home with someone and they don’t have any books, don’t fuck them.
a quiet drink, that third night
Dearest C,
I now bring you to the crux of the moment where A and I transitioned from being potential fuck buddies to potential lovers. We were going to meet for a drink, a quiet drink at a place he’d been before. But clearly he had gotten it confused with somewhere else, and we found ourselves at a lovely but mostly deserted bar lounge. We order our trademark drinks and drink them, talking, my foot so slightly on his calf.
a dinner, that second night
Dearest C,
I wrote about this second night the very day after. I even took a photo of the bite mark on my neck, shining red as a reminder. Red means stop, right? I was never good at reading those signals, or listening to them. I tried though. I took a photo as thanks, or proof, or a reminder. But then my computer-camera connection demolished it along with many more useful images from other days in my life. Irrelevant, but interesting.
I’ve gotten terribly ahead of myself now, so let’s take a look at what I wrote then:
a beginning, that first night
Dearest C,
You were once the other woman. And now, as you have become fiancée to dear A, I have taken up that role. You understand, I’m sure.
You don’t? Of course, you could. You certainly have the capacity. Well, that is why I am writing. Because he says that you would understand, and would not be able to handle that reality. And I believe that, for now. So I am writing for you rather than to you. Formally. For now.
I address this dearest because you truly are dearest to him, and I think that is important to note. I need the reminder, and so do you.
