Scan from the COMME DES GARÇONS 1997 Spring/Summer collection
Finally giving up the game of promiscuity is a foreign feeling.
Their approval suddenly becomes no longer important.
A ring on that finger.
It serves as a leash around my neck.
But I guess it’s pretty cool.
I get to spend the rest of my life with someone.
And have his hands around my neck.
Life is a singular experience.
And although I don’t intend being here for long,
This might make the time I am here bearable.
It’s pretty cool.
Today I came across this:
“Cheating is NOT a mistake.
If you’re truly in love with someone, you will not be able to kiss someone else without tasting your loved ones tears stain your lips. You will not be able to take your clothes off for someone else without feeling like a field ripped bare to its soil. Cheating is a choice, its a choice you made because you obviously didn’t give a single fuck about your relationship.”
Excuse me while barf in someone’s handbag.