Sep
21
2014

Blue/Jacket

I can’t recall anything but something soft in his eyes, so many years ago, I just know the stories that the man in the leather jacket had inspired me to draw. We didn’t talk, we just stood side by side and I got pissed that my sketch or whatever the fuck that was, wasn’t praised and that I had gotten mad and he just watched me, he sat besides me as I drew as the lady went on to look at other’s children’s art

it was like some art school test which I’d take many years later with my mom trying to do something with my hair and I’d hiss too loud and then apologize.

READ MORE MILES KANE/ALEX TURNER FANFICTION: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.se/2014/03/bluejacket.html

Blue/Jacket

I can’t recall anything but something soft in his eyes, so many years ago, I just know the stories that the man in the leather jacket had inspired me to draw. We didn’t talk, we just stood side by side and I got pissed that my sketch or whatever the fuck that was, wasn’t praised and that I had gotten mad and he just watched me, he sat besides me as I drew as the lady went on to look at other’s children’s art

it was like some art school test which I’d take many years later with my mom trying to do something with my hair and I’d hiss too loud and then apologize.

READ MORE MILES KANE/ALEX TURNER FANFICTION: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.se/2014/03/bluejacket.html

Sep
21
2014

Get down on your knees in the tunnel of love 2

I don’t think the image of someone sexually dominant should be a woman or a man for that matter, it shouldn’t be someone with a thin waist or tits popping out or someone who is as skinny as a twig, I don’t think it should even be gender,

I stare at him,

he haunts me, not in my dreams, in my reality, his nails tracing my lips, pulling them, eyes nearly closed, resembling the ghost of an angel, his face not spoilt with the hatred I’ve given him in the bouquet of my poisoned love, but something else-

he’s spoilt with my own desire,

that I go through his mind, knowing that I’ll never be his best shag. I won’t ever even cross his mind again after putting the last nail in the coffin, which he stands besides me as I do so. It’s all metaphorical, sex, because no matter how bad our relationship was, we’d still fuck, heads leaned down, always giving us the simplest film of closure and erasure of memories and thoughts. 

READ MORE BRIAN MOLKO/JAMIE HINCE FANFICTION: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.se/2014/09/get-down-on-your-knees-in-tunnel-of.html

Get down on your knees in the tunnel of love 2

I don’t think the image of someone sexually dominant should be a woman or a man for that matter, it shouldn’t be someone with a thin waist or tits popping out or someone who is as skinny as a twig, I don’t think it should even be gender,

I stare at him,

he haunts me, not in my dreams, in my reality, his nails tracing my lips, pulling them, eyes nearly closed, resembling the ghost of an angel, his face not spoilt with the hatred I’ve given him in the bouquet of my poisoned love, but something else-

he’s spoilt with my own desire,

that I go through his mind, knowing that I’ll never be his best shag. I won’t ever even cross his mind again after putting the last nail in the coffin, which he stands besides me as I do so. It’s all metaphorical, sex, because no matter how bad our relationship was, we’d still fuck, heads leaned down, always giving us the simplest film of closure and erasure of memories and thoughts.

READ MORE BRIAN MOLKO/JAMIE HINCE FANFICTION: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.se/2014/09/get-down-on-your-knees-in-tunnel-of.html

Sep
21
2014

To Miles 34

“So we’re not a couple, you’re saying?” He says roughly, cigarette in mouth and I watch the smoke escape envious that it had been inside him and that brief moment that it rubs against his lips, blood is far too thick and far too evident. 

“No, I’m just saying… I sleep around and so do you.” I cough lightly and that causes Jamie to quickly push me down into the covers and his hair is lightly out of place and we both stare at each other and I can’t help but ease in his dark green eyes, my whole body swelling and I lean in a bit closer and he hesitates, but we hold the kiss, touching tongues for a brief while. Soon enough I won’t even hold. I push his hair back in place and I smile lightly, pushing it heavier under his hat. “I love you so much.”

That my chest aches and there’s nothing else to tell,
The words jumble and become gibberish.

I recall parts of the poem, throughtfully even through fever as I can’t help but push him over me and we both feel excited.

READ MORE ALEX TURNER/JAMIE HINCE FANFICTION: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.se/2014/09/to-miles-34.html

To Miles 34

“So we’re not a couple, you’re saying?” He says roughly, cigarette in mouth and I watch the smoke escape envious that it had been inside him and that brief moment that it rubs against his lips, blood is far too thick and far too evident.

“No, I’m just saying… I sleep around and so do you.” I cough lightly and that causes Jamie to quickly push me down into the covers and his hair is lightly out of place and we both stare at each other and I can’t help but ease in his dark green eyes, my whole body swelling and I lean in a bit closer and he hesitates, but we hold the kiss, touching tongues for a brief while. Soon enough I won’t even hold. I push his hair back in place and I smile lightly, pushing it heavier under his hat. “I love you so much.”

That my chest aches and there’s nothing else to tell,
The words jumble and become gibberish.

I recall parts of the poem, throughtfully even through fever as I can’t help but push him over me and we both feel excited.

READ MORE ALEX TURNER/JAMIE HINCE FANFICTION: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.se/2014/09/to-miles-34.html

Sep
21
2014

Joyce, Joyce

I think one of the most carefree things is when you just observe people on a balcony, there’s a reason why people end up watching soaps with posher people or with people like the rest of us who merely hit rock bottom and manage to hold their safe zone there because solely the world doesn’t manage to accept everyone and the world seems just as fucked up as some religion ideology with no possible explanation on why exactly it’s happening.
You don’t even know who’s gay and who’s not and who should you flick to some other gender just because you’re attracted to men at the moment and it’s more of a Melinda and Melinda moment when you don’t know who is telling your story as you head up the stairs to the said balcony, just up, to simply go to that full table and end up kissing each girl on the cheek as a greeting, their eyes just as lost as when you were pondering from downstairs on the bench.

READ MORE GAY FICTION HERE: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.se/2014/09/joyce-joyce.html

Joyce, Joyce

I think one of the most carefree things is when you just observe people on a balcony, there’s a reason why people end up watching soaps with posher people or with people like the rest of us who merely hit rock bottom and manage to hold their safe zone there because solely the world doesn’t manage to accept everyone and the world seems just as fucked up as some religion ideology with no possible explanation on why exactly it’s happening.
You don’t even know who’s gay and who’s not and who should you flick to some other gender just because you’re attracted to men at the moment and it’s more of a Melinda and Melinda moment when you don’t know who is telling your story as you head up the stairs to the said balcony, just up, to simply go to that full table and end up kissing each girl on the cheek as a greeting, their eyes just as lost as when you were pondering from downstairs on the bench.

READ MORE GAY FICTION HERE: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.se/2014/09/joyce-joyce.html

Sep
21
2014

Untitled 5Silence Seemed To Feed Us

So the next time I play I open the window and I try to guess her near to twenties age and she just looks at me and I smile.

“Hi.” I say. Hands on the windowsill and she has her hood up this time actually and her face looks red not from the winter soothe but from her feelings.

“Hi.” She says and walks a bit closer to the window so that I could touch the tip of her nose if I really wanted to. “I like how you-you play.”

READ MORE JAMIE HINCE/ALISON MOSSHART FANFICTION: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.se/2012/02/untilted-5silence-seems-to-feed-us.html

Untitled 5Silence Seemed To Feed Us

So the next time I play I open the window and I try to guess her near to twenties age and she just looks at me and I smile.

“Hi.” I say. Hands on the windowsill and she has her hood up this time actually and her face looks red not from the winter soothe but from her feelings.

“Hi.” She says and walks a bit closer to the window so that I could touch the tip of her nose if I really wanted to. “I like how you-you play.”

READ MORE JAMIE HINCE/ALISON MOSSHART FANFICTION: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.se/2012/02/untilted-5silence-seems-to-feed-us.html

Sep
21
2014

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Sep
21
2014

Settle A Quarrel 3

The first thing we had decided to do with Alison with a folder in her hand, not yet opening whatever had been inside, my first thought maybe it was some odd haunted thing where a green blob would fall on us from the ceiling and I really thought it to be some obscure game as she gave me the jelly bracelet and put on one herself. We both made coffee in the kitchen which was quite spacious, no evidence of ghosts and both us still silent besides the fact that we just decided to get some coffee and we didn’t even sit on the small kitchen table, avoiding everything else. 
It’s funny how different and diluted silence may be sometimes as we just drink the coffee and I look at the soft violet bracelet around my wrist. It seems to be attached quite strongly now and I just shrug, twisting it around and I don’t bother much with it as Alison starts opening the envelope, putting her mug aside. She clears her throat, giving one last sip, her eyes trailing ahead as she goes back to glance at the bracelet and narrows her eyes lightly at it, so I try to peek into the papers and Alison makes a shooing motion and I just bite my bottom lip, wondering if she will read the instructions aloud. 

READ MORE JAMIE HINCE/ALISON MOSSHART FANFICTION: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.se/2014/08/settle-quarrel-3.html

Settle A Quarrel 3

The first thing we had decided to do with Alison with a folder in her hand, not yet opening whatever had been inside, my first thought maybe it was some odd haunted thing where a green blob would fall on us from the ceiling and I really thought it to be some obscure game as she gave me the jelly bracelet and put on one herself. We both made coffee in the kitchen which was quite spacious, no evidence of ghosts and both us still silent besides the fact that we just decided to get some coffee and we didn’t even sit on the small kitchen table, avoiding everything else.
It’s funny how different and diluted silence may be sometimes as we just drink the coffee and I look at the soft violet bracelet around my wrist. It seems to be attached quite strongly now and I just shrug, twisting it around and I don’t bother much with it as Alison starts opening the envelope, putting her mug aside. She clears her throat, giving one last sip, her eyes trailing ahead as she goes back to glance at the bracelet and narrows her eyes lightly at it, so I try to peek into the papers and Alison makes a shooing motion and I just bite my bottom lip, wondering if she will read the instructions aloud.

READ MORE JAMIE HINCE/ALISON MOSSHART FANFICTION: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.se/2014/08/settle-quarrel-3.html

Sep
21
2014

Kind note: I speak Russian (waves) the original translation was accurate and even softened down if you ask me.

Also fuck Katina with her Facebook statement she stated in the end of the same video that she’s against faggots.

Fucking ask a Russian speaker if you doubt the translation.

Sep
21
2014

Apathy Aftertaste
“I can’t take you in.”

“I know.”

“Shit.” 

Jack lights his own cigarette, silence musing outloud as the stars are no longer seen and it’s far too early into the last year. 

“Get a hotel for tonight, we’ll figure out something tomorrow.”

“That’s fucking fifty quid.”

“Yeah, well, that’ll be one hundred in they fucking catch you in my bed, wanker.” I start shaking and Jack looks ahead before he pulls me into an awkward hug with a pat on the back and I just narrow my eyes in frustration but he doesn’t see it. 
 
READ MORE JAMIE HINCE/JACK WHITE FANFICTION AT GRASPTHESANITY

Apathy Aftertaste

“I can’t take you in.”


“I know.”


“Shit.” 


Jack lights his own cigarette, silence musing outloud as the stars are no longer seen and it’s far too early into the last year. 


“Get a hotel for tonight, we’ll figure out something tomorrow.”


“That’s fucking fifty quid.”


“Yeah, well, that’ll be one hundred in they fucking catch you in my bed, wanker.” I start shaking and Jack looks ahead before he pulls me into an awkward hug with a pat on the back and I just narrow my eyes in frustration but he doesn’t see it. 

 

READ MORE JAMIE HINCE/JACK WHITE FANFICTION AT GRASPTHESANITY

Sep
21
2014

Apathy Aftertaste

I honestly think that life is pushing me to the tip of suicide. 

I look behind, to see him give me a soft wave and nod to look back at the teacher and I sigh, trying not to fiddle even more with the notebooks, my mind humming far too loudly and the clock which has no sound, is far too loud in my head, muting everything and I just keep replaying nightmares in my head which had been last night, spitting out blood in the sink and noticing how all my temples had gone gray. 

“It shouldn’t be hard.” Jack told me as he arrived at four a.m. parents no longer caring and all under a healthy doze of Xanax, waiting for me to pack my bags, but Jack insisted that this should still be the place where the ritual of getting rid of the past should be and he proceeded to dye my hair until there was pounding on the door and we emerged, just for mom and dad to think we fucked. 

READ MORE JAMIE HINCE/JACK WHITE FANFICTION: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.pt/2014/09/apathy-aftertaste.html

Apathy Aftertaste

I honestly think that life is pushing me to the tip of suicide.

I look behind, to see him give me a soft wave and nod to look back at the teacher and I sigh, trying not to fiddle even more with the notebooks, my mind humming far too loudly and the clock which has no sound, is far too loud in my head, muting everything and I just keep replaying nightmares in my head which had been last night, spitting out blood in the sink and noticing how all my temples had gone gray.

“It shouldn’t be hard.” Jack told me as he arrived at four a.m. parents no longer caring and all under a healthy doze of Xanax, waiting for me to pack my bags, but Jack insisted that this should still be the place where the ritual of getting rid of the past should be and he proceeded to dye my hair until there was pounding on the door and we emerged, just for mom and dad to think we fucked.

READ MORE JAMIE HINCE/JACK WHITE FANFICTION: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.pt/2014/09/apathy-aftertaste.html

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