#Ideastory: Glasses
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Love is blind, he says and falls asleep.
So cliched, she thinks
But she takes off her glasses
And snaps them in half.
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Love is blind, he says and falls asleep.
So cliched, she thinks
But she takes off her glasses
And snaps them in half.
#ideastory
View on Path
I actually wrote this post five months ago. I feel more confident about bringing this out so here it is for your reading pleasure!
I’m in a relationship.
I attended a workshop on Haiku writing and this is what I came up with about my city.
Ask me anything, he says.
She thinks about how to translate that in her head, into the language of her.
I’m reading a book called Rubbish Boyfriends. But hang on, that’s not all that’s responsible for this mood o’ mine. I’ve been talking (and talking and talking) to the following women: A has been steadily (as opposed to happily) married to a ‘Who says we get it right the first…
I went to a party with people who practice polyamory.
I slacked off Novelrace for a week, using my thirtieth birthday as an excuse. What did I learn in that stead? Because I am back and with lessons.