I’m interested in a cover of Cyndi Lauper’s Time After Time… like a really beautiful version, preferably a female singer. Any recs?
Eva Cassidy Eva Cassidy Eva Cassidy!
Looking over my shoulder to verify if I am, in fact, alone has become an unshakable habit when I wake up in the morning.
Some days I’m not. In fact, I’m reviving the age-old art of the One Night Stand… with a vengeance.
And… I love it.
Is it wrong to feel empowered? To ride the strangely euphoric wave of sexual liberation? To be this charmingly detached? Seductive without apology? Brutally honest and demanding?
Is it wrong that this weekend I woke up and could have sworn I was suddenly transported to my college days, some hybrid of Lolita and Tom Petty’s “Last Dance with Mary Jane?”
Or am I just burying my broken ego underneath the weight of another man?
(Sex is the gateway drug for the broken-hearted, if you ask me.)
Maybe this is what I mean, or what I’m looking for:
The man of your dreams,perhaps notmaybe just one of themany that have fallenbut for now I amridiculously happyto be the one whocurls himself around you.
[found in this book]