Kiss me down by the broken tree house Swing me, upon its hanging tire Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat We'll take the trail marked on your father's map
Current Mood: anxious Current Music:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3YcNzHOBmk8
"the narrator outlines her semi-abusive relationship with an on-off lover, Trevor, a banker whose “favourite thing” is to “fuck my mouth while I lay on my back pretending to be asleep”. Yet in a typically discomfiting swerve, she doesn’t want our concern: “I’d choose him a million times over the hipster nerds … reading David Foster Wallace, jotting down their brilliant thoughts into a black Moleskine pocket notebook [and passing] off their insecurity as ‘sensitivity’.” “It was easy to imagine those guys masturbating to Chloë Sevigny … Trevor probably masturbated to Britney Spears.”"