Sleepless in DC, a photo by Madame Meow on Flickr. Staying up figuring out rapture be damned since I’m already in hell but not really.
Possibly the sexiest meteorological event, because snow is kind of cold and bulky and no one ever thinks of having slow and incredibly steamy sex while 110-mile-per-hour winds are destroying…
I want to disappear a lot these days. Sometimes I wish I could run away and not look back. Then I remember that I have wanted to be the kind…
One Hundred Eighteen/ThreeSixtyFive: Spring Underfoot, a photo by Madame Meow on Flickr. Do you know what a reciprocal birthday is? It’s a little thing I kind of made up to…
