i remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel, you were talking so brave and so sweet/giving me head on the unmade bed as the limousines wait in the street. but those were the reasons and that was New York
Oh gosh, I read this and admire the talent, train of thought, the flow and structure of the piece, your one-of-a-kind sense of humour, and the rooms that somehow ended up being incredibly sentimental, although the sixth has to be my favourite. You’re one amazing writer lchristopher x
I didn’t think anyone would dig this one as much. I’m really glad you did, @MoTy. I am happy to have a sense of humor. Some say it was cut out of me. I’m glad I can remind them they are wrong, wrong, wrong. I appreciate you. <5. goes to check on what the hell the sixth room was again…. <5
men aren't vulnerable. we just are. next you'll be calling me "so brave" and "empowered". it's all horseshit [for women too, especially. if i were a woman and someone said i was "so brave" for speaking "my truth" i would gnaw their arm off at the shoulder and tell them their neck was next. i'd make a shitty woman.]
however! writing is writing. i tend to put the first person stuff here because it is all people really know how to write/read anymore. but there is third person stuff and fiction thread throughout and such and so.
talent! <5
raw! <5
entertaining! <5
i am grateful you are so kind to me and appreciate your continued support, restacking, comments and likes. i'm nothing without my readers. you are amazing. <5<5<5
Your prose are visceral. I love the dreams of World War II. I got the chills. I think we carry all that pain with us now. That’s why we are were we are today. IDK. I just feel it.
Thank you @Girl on a Downtown Train, for your kindnesses. We are absolutely where we are today and it is the same. The trains are not running on time. The food is going bad on grocery store shelves. A loaf of bread costs ten dollars in New York City. It will get worse before it gets better. Hold fast. <5
Oh gosh, I read this and admire the talent, train of thought, the flow and structure of the piece, your one-of-a-kind sense of humour, and the rooms that somehow ended up being incredibly sentimental, although the sixth has to be my favourite. You’re one amazing writer lchristopher x
I didn’t think anyone would dig this one as much. I’m really glad you did, @MoTy. I am happy to have a sense of humor. Some say it was cut out of me. I’m glad I can remind them they are wrong, wrong, wrong. I appreciate you. <5. goes to check on what the hell the sixth room was again…. <5
Your writing makes me nostalgic for a life I didn’t live
...and thank you for reading/supporting me on these pages with all yr comments, restacks and likes! Nothing happens for me without them. <5<5<5
You’re very welcome I think you have a lot of talent your stories are raw and vulnerable and very entertaining
oh gosh.
men aren't vulnerable. we just are. next you'll be calling me "so brave" and "empowered". it's all horseshit [for women too, especially. if i were a woman and someone said i was "so brave" for speaking "my truth" i would gnaw their arm off at the shoulder and tell them their neck was next. i'd make a shitty woman.]
however! writing is writing. i tend to put the first person stuff here because it is all people really know how to write/read anymore. but there is third person stuff and fiction thread throughout and such and so.
talent! <5
raw! <5
entertaining! <5
i am grateful you are so kind to me and appreciate your continued support, restacking, comments and likes. i'm nothing without my readers. you are amazing. <5<5<5
-LCHRISTOPHER
I feel I’ve been scolded..I’ma just see myself out 🏃♀️
no scolding here
Really? I wish like hell I didn't live it sometimes.
The detail about the cream cheese on the bagles got me. 😘
Yes. God that winter was brutal.
Your prose are visceral. I love the dreams of World War II. I got the chills. I think we carry all that pain with us now. That’s why we are were we are today. IDK. I just feel it.
Thank you @Girl on a Downtown Train, for your kindnesses. We are absolutely where we are today and it is the same. The trains are not running on time. The food is going bad on grocery store shelves. A loaf of bread costs ten dollars in New York City. It will get worse before it gets better. Hold fast. <5
"All of their nights together are that tarnished silver color"
Goddamn. That's strong. So many good words in this piece.
Thank you, sir! Appreciate you muchly.