Saw Richard Shindell and Lucy Kaplansky tonight. The concert was lovely; waiting around for 45 minutes afterwards so that my sisters could talk to them and get autographs was decidedly less so. "The Island," Richard Shindell's new song, has a gorgeous line about the island's inhabitants being "squatters on the exodus" as the sand and ocean slip away from them and their houses gradually fall to erosion.
Also, Day 7 Backstage by Shakes. AJ is just leaning back against the table, sending off serious 'don't fuck with me' vibes. You run your eyes over his baggy pants, tighttightsexy black shirt and dark glasses, and you decide to leave your shirt off. You feel his eyes on you even through his dark sunglasses. You know what you look like, all thin and glistening and toned. Hot. You know nothing will happen, it's not you he wants, but you've always been too stubborn and unrelenting for your own good.
Also, Day 7 Backstage by Shakes. AJ is just leaning back against the table, sending off serious 'don't fuck with me' vibes. You run your eyes over his baggy pants, tighttightsexy black shirt and dark glasses, and you decide to leave your shirt off. You feel his eyes on you even through his dark sunglasses. You know what you look like, all thin and glistening and toned. Hot. You know nothing will happen, it's not you he wants, but you've always been too stubborn and unrelenting for your own good.
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