I swear to God women use witchcraft or something. Us guys get elastic to wear, what do girls get? A fucking Rubik’s cube!
See, I’d much rather it be a one-on-one if y’know what I mean…
It’s just to spite you personally for thinking about it so much.
See, but that takes the mystery out of it. The wonder of imagination. What if I don’t live up to your expectations?
Seriously? Like we don’t have enough work with those fucking clasps…
Do YOU wear two? Can I see you in just one? In fact… the one is optional if you’d like…
It’s not that fucking hard.
I wear as many as I want. I told you if you wanted to see me in my underwear, all you had to do was go to Hexes.
If it is yours I am really really wishing I remembered how it got there because that is a sight I would most definitely love to see.
You know, sometimes girls wear two just to make their boobs look better? Who knows if you’d see anything at all?
If it is, I’m worried about how you got it, ‘cos I did not leave that where I couldn’t remember it.
Antonia Thomas; London july 2012 Photographed by Trisha Ward for The Hunger Magazine issue 3.
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I suppose if I’ve already come out here I can wait twenty minutes longer.And this all had nothing to do with you, right?
I swear on my life.
Chairs, huh?Perhaps it’d be a good idea to wait a couple of minutes. I don’t need a drink that badly…
See, I know what I’m talking about. I say give it ten, twenty minutes tops and they should be kicked out for good.
I’m sure it’s nothing a good knock to the head couldn’t fix.
If you want to be the one who goes in there and dodging beer bottles and chairs, be my guest.
Someone’s got all angry about something or other. Wasn’t my fault.