I never show up on weekdays. Always down to be on my own, the silence of reading words on a page. I have found that everything comes in dichotomies except for silence. The polarity of leaving your side in the morning.

I don't feel better when I'm fucking around. I'm in perpetual motion, and I fail at aligning myself with any one person.

Sleeping in your apartment. Salad days. Little slice of heaven under cold white sheets. I am as aimless as I desire to be. Smoking on your fire escape. I always dreamed of meeting someone I could say nothing to.

Henry Miller said, "Play with your thoughts rather than putting them to some useful occupation. It's just as important to empty the mind as it is to fill it."

Shake, shake. Minds in abiding meditation. I like emptying my head around you. Both real and detached.

I don't expect myself to be wonderful, and I'd never ask that of you.

heaven in lace thong teddy by Yandy

white feather robe by Yandy

sheer eyelash robe by Yandy

stretch lace sleepwear bra + bottoms by Yandy

black floral lace and fishnet teddy by Yandy

photos by Raymond Croft