Vignette series.
Two.
And suddenly, it was like all the pieces had fallen together into place. There was an incarnation of hope and heaven and unrealistic, media-invoked expectations. As if the bugs had been wiped off the windshield and things were perfectly clear. Nothing mattered but this, just the deep-seated pang of belonging and utter content as you took in one another for the first time. As if his hand had always fit perfectly into the curve of your waist even when it wasn’t there. “Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.” Nothing hurt as long as we had this. All you knew was this. You, me, this, now, everything. This is that part that romance novels struggled to articulate back when they were in fashion. The part we can only feel. We had found each other in every sense of the cliché. And if people were rain, we were, together, a hurricane.
Four.
“You’re sleeping in the other room…And I’m here, musing to perfect strangers that you fucked up my chemistry, extracted the cool I took 20 years building, and have my cells aching just to take a nap with you. Just to slip in beside you, close my eyes, reform my existence around you, and breathe in your pheromones because you can say it’s your aftershave all you want, but I know that what I crave is you. I want to find you again. I want that more than anything, but I don’t know how so I miss you, here, in the other room…Love on the left hand, Faith on the right.”
You are beautiful like demolition. Just the thought of you draws my knuckles white. I don’t need a god. I have you and your beautiful mouth, your hands holding onto me, the nails leaving unfelt wounds, your hot breath on my neck. The taste of your saliva. The darkness is ours. The nights belong to us.
Everything we do is secret. Nothing we do will ever be understood; we will be feared and kept well away from. It will be the stuff of legend, endless discussion and limitless inspiration for the brave of heart. It’s you and me in this room, on this floor. Beyond life, beyond morality. We are gleaming animals painted in moonlit sweat glow. Our eyes turn to jewels and everything we do is an example of spontaneous perfection.
I have been waiting all my life to be with you. My heart slams against my ribs when I think of the slaughtered nights I spent all over the world waiting to feel your touch. The time I annihilated while I waited like a man doing a life sentence. Now you’re here and everything we touch explodes, bursts into bloom or burns to ash. History atomizes and negates itself with our every shared breath. I need you like life needs life. I want you bad like a natural disaster. You are all I see. You are the only one I want to know.
” Henry Rollins (via thechocolatebrigade) (via fuckyeahhenryrollins, thechocolatebrigade-deactivated)
“nerd alert”
(Source: strikegently.com)
with one or two, i get used to the room. we go slow when we first make our moves. by five or six, bring you out to the car. number nine with my head on the bar.
and it’s sad, but true. out of cash and IOUs.
i’ve got desperate desires and unadmirable plans. my tongue will taste of gin and malicious intent. bring you back to the bar, get you out of the cold. a sober, straight face gets you out of your clothes. and they’re scared that we know all the crimes they’ll commit, who they’ll kiss before they get home.
i will lie awake, lie for fun and fake the way i hold you as you fall for every empty word i say.
barely conscious in the door where you stand, your eyes are fighting sleep as your mouth makes your demands. you laugh at every word, trying hard to be cute. i almost feel sorry for what i’m going to do.
and your hair smells of smoke. who will cast the first stone? you can sin or spend the night all alone.
brass buttons on your coat hold the cold in the shape of a heart that they cut out of stone. you’re using all your looks that you’ve thrown from the start. if you let me have my way, i swear i’ll tear you apart.
‘cause it’s all you can be. you’re a drunk and you’re scared. it’s ladies’ night, all the girls drink for free.
i will lie awake, lie for fun and fake the way i hold you, let you fall for every empty word i say.
IDOL
pull my hair and bite my lip
