This is why I can’t have nice things.
Reblogged from jscottgrand February 23rd, 2012 54 notes #Prose #j.scott grandI obliterate the years and miles between us like so many shots of whiskey until the voice I hear in my head like a nursery laugh spoiled by cigarettes is reduced to hot breath that smells faintly of cock and salted tears rolling down my back as I bare my teeth and press an eager mouth to your cunt because on nights like this the possibility of you is simply more than I can bear.
