Hate is an Aphrodisiac
Thinking back to a summer afternoon, a big bed, and a girl with hate in her heart
Someone asked me where I get my inspirations from on Tumblr the other day, and I didn't answer them. I wanted to say I don't know or that they arise from the ether like dreams in the early morning.
Maybe they come from some dark hidden place or from sitting outside at the cafe eavesdropping on the couple next to me as I imagine their sex life or their s…