Apr
16
2014

working mica
And I’ve got fake eyelashes on with plastic transparent heels and no underwear so I do not turn and they all clap one by one, all with blonde curls and men are in my taste sometimes among all the pussy which a young lesbian desires.All are labels.Bisexuality is the sin and the rule, queer, we should all be queer to make your present cheeks blush as you walk out and you recall all those you kissed and all those who let your fingers dig deeper inside back or front. 
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working mica

And I’ve got fake eyelashes on with plastic transparent heels and no underwear so I do not turn and they all clap one by one, all with blonde curls and men are in my taste sometimes among all the pussy which a young lesbian desires.

All are labels.

Bisexuality is the sin and the rule, queer, we should all be queer to make your present cheeks blush as you walk out and you recall all those you kissed and all those who let your fingers dig deeper inside back or front. 

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Apr
16
2014

Settle A Quarrel 2
Eventually I hear the doorbell and Alison walks in with her heels against the floor and she keeps looking down as I don’t even say anything, knowing that we never even had a date before. I take out a box of cigarettes and she just nods, taking one, quickly lighting with her lighter as she walks outside and I don’t even offer her anything. Once I lock the door, she turns around maybe regretting not doing anything at the house and she just motions for me to get in the car. She strums her nails against the door, as I make my way. 
She takes a scarf out of her coat pocket and I just blink as she ties my eyes up.
“Okay.” I just say, waiting for some explanation, but instead Alison just pushes me in. I feel her put a seatbelt on me as she stops and strokes my face. What should be amusing is perhaps how we both keep our silence and how I feel her look at me and I just raise my eyebrows only to realize that they are also covered, so I just remain silent as I feel her hover, her fingers stroking my cheek down to my jaw, as if she believes that the blindfold would stop me from everything.
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Settle A Quarrel 2

Eventually I hear the doorbell and Alison walks in with her heels against the floor and she keeps looking down as I don’t even say anything, knowing that we never even had a date before. I take out a box of cigarettes and she just nods, taking one, quickly lighting with her lighter as she walks outside and I don’t even offer her anything. Once I lock the door, she turns around maybe regretting not doing anything at the house and she just motions for me to get in the car. She strums her nails against the door, as I make my way. 
She takes a scarf out of her coat pocket and I just blink as she ties my eyes up.
“Okay.” I just say, waiting for some explanation, but instead Alison just pushes me in. I feel her put a seatbelt on me as she stops and strokes my face. What should be amusing is perhaps how we both keep our silence and how I feel her look at me and I just raise my eyebrows only to realize that they are also covered, so I just remain silent as I feel her hover, her fingers stroking my cheek down to my jaw, as if she believes that the blindfold would stop me from everything.

READ MORE JAMIE HINCE/ALISON MOSSHART FANFICTION AT GRASPTHESANITY

Apr
16
2014

Disaster 2
I wish Marina would be my girlfriend, that we’d giggle and there would be no games but then I don’t think that would be her and then it’s not even her I’m dreaming of, I’d be flirted and played with and with a bunch of aces tucked in her lace sleeves.

I don’t think I’ll be ok until I can pinpoint my feelings and the problem is feelings aren’t flat to be stuck against a wall with a blue pin. 

“Matthew doesn’t like it when I leave him red lipped.” She says and I watch her apply gloss to her lips before we leave school with the days soon enough to be counted in our head, just like it is closer to summer but this time it’s more of a final bell. I just blink, but I keep my silence knocking my Converse together as I sit on the window sill, my body lightly shaking from the fact how her eyes seem to see me through and I can’t actually bring myself to answer her. I just smile, dumbly, something I’m sure she does with her boys. She just smiles back, opening her mouth and applying more to have them more glossy and sugary.

I’d want her to put on red lipstick and I’d be wearing dark purple for instance and I’d want them to mix, both of us forgetting and how it would be licked off and mixed going to our cheeks, I’d want to leave traces on our necks and I’d want us to be caught redhanded, evidence clearly on each other’s mouths if we’d take our mouths off each other, maybe it’s not that I want other people to notice, but I’d want her to notice. 
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Disaster 2

I wish Marina would be my girlfriend, that we’d giggle and there would be no games but then I don’t think that would be her and then it’s not even her I’m dreaming of, I’d be flirted and played with and with a bunch of aces tucked in her lace sleeves.


I don’t think I’ll be ok until I can pinpoint my feelings and the problem is feelings aren’t flat to be stuck against a wall with a blue pin. 


“Matthew doesn’t like it when I leave him red lipped.” She says and I watch her apply gloss to her lips before we leave school with the days soon enough to be counted in our head, just like it is closer to summer but this time it’s more of a final bell. I just blink, but I keep my silence knocking my Converse together as I sit on the window sill, my body lightly shaking from the fact how her eyes seem to see me through and I can’t actually bring myself to answer her. I just smile, dumbly, something I’m sure she does with her boys. She just smiles back, opening her mouth and applying more to have them more glossy and sugary.


I’d want her to put on red lipstick and I’d be wearing dark purple for instance and I’d want them to mix, both of us forgetting and how it would be licked off and mixed going to our cheeks, I’d want to leave traces on our necks and I’d want us to be caught redhanded, evidence clearly on each other’s mouths if we’d take our mouths off each other, maybe it’s not that I want other people to notice, but I’d want her to notice. 

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Apr
16
2014

Reblogged from lazar3tto :

questiun:

Send me your name and I’ll make you a mini playlist that start with those letters

C’MON :D

Apr
16
2014

working mica
Take a cherry, squeeze it out and I will promise you,You will get drunkWith the scene and all the girls in a rowAnd my blonde wig which sometimes goes in a curl up to my knees and I will be given kisses you will never dream of, brief from all women running in a circle, all the men stretching out their hands as glitter falls and lands on your lips just to be eaten by the next person and then you take a peachto ripe your dream and eat a feast.You leave with a newspaper in hand from here, you sit in the cloudy room, full of clouds a sky which will echo your soul and you will sit there until you are allowed to leave that’s when all your devices are handed back to you, sweetheart. 
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working mica

Take a cherry, squeeze it out and I will promise you,

You will get drunk

With the scene and all the girls in a row

And my blonde wig which sometimes goes in a curl up to my knees and I will be given kisses you will never dream of, brief from all women running in a circle, all the men stretching out their hands as glitter falls and lands on your lips just to be eaten by the next person and then you take a peach

to ripe your dream and eat a feast.

You leave with a newspaper in hand from here, you sit in the cloudy room, full of clouds a sky which will echo your soul and you will sit there until you are allowed to leave that’s when all your devices are handed back to you, sweetheart. 

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Apr
16
2014

Blue/Jacket 2

“I’m Alex.” He hesitates to stretch his hand and does eventually. I shake it lightly, regretting that maybe I should’ve shown a firm hand. He also adds. “By the way.”

My ears start ringing, sometimes I get scared and I still give out my birth name, but something just manages to throw a blindfold upon me to believe that all is okay.

“‘M Miles.” I say, chewing on a gummy Hello Kitty, it’s not too bad and I decide that I should get it more often. But the fear still clings onto me like a wet shirt, which I can’t take off and seems to be friendly swimming with me, just giving me the discomfort of people thinking that I’m plainly odd (and hiding my chest). I quickly said my name before processing his. Alex. Alexander. It doesn’t ring a bell, just his appearance and jacket. I look at him, he doesn’t seem to have any paper rolls even if I feel as if he had some, but he didn’t and I imagine him holding them and painting.

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Blue/Jacket 2

“I’m Alex.” He hesitates to stretch his hand and does eventually. I shake it lightly, regretting that maybe I should’ve shown a firm hand. He also adds. “By the way.”

My ears start ringing, sometimes I get scared and I still give out my birth name, but something just manages to throw a blindfold upon me to believe that all is okay.

“‘M Miles.” I say, chewing on a gummy Hello Kitty, it’s not too bad and I decide that I should get it more often. But the fear still clings onto me like a wet shirt, which I can’t take off and seems to be friendly swimming with me, just giving me the discomfort of people thinking that I’m plainly odd (and hiding my chest). I quickly said my name before processing his. Alex. Alexander. It doesn’t ring a bell, just his appearance and jacket. I look at him, he doesn’t seem to have any paper rolls even if I feel as if he had some, but he didn’t and I imagine him holding them and painting.

READ MORE MILES KANE/ALEX TURNER TRANS FANFICTION: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.com.br/2014/04/bluejacket-2.html

Apr
16
2014

There Is Something About Jack White 4

I dream of religion too often of clouds and flying, like the time I had flown with Jack fiddling against the window, Jack falling asleep from the long annoying connections and his eyelashes opening whenever I’d stir in my thoughts opening and closing the stars and trying to find a position. We had shooed away a couple in Hard Rock Cafe t-shirts which I guess could’ve been us if we had the money to travel this far when we were young and most likely I’d buy a shirt two sizes larger and Jack would look way younger and his hair would be shorter as I stroke it briefly, I felt bad for the couple and the name Monica Santos echoing in the airport was still in my head with all the kids in hats and reminding how older I was and that now pikachu is explained as a yellow cat to younger children.

I remember leaning against Jack and seeing snow everywhere covering the streets and the roads, the sand and even the sea seemed to have unmelting snow in it and the sky itself was like a massive snow cloud and the words of my father sprouted about a church near where I was born that there was a view to it near my birth and maybe even the moment had been connected.

READ MORE: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.com.br/2014/04/there-is-something-about-jack-white-4.html

There Is Something About Jack White 4

I dream of religion too often of clouds and flying, like the time I had flown with Jack fiddling against the window, Jack falling asleep from the long annoying connections and his eyelashes opening whenever I’d stir in my thoughts opening and closing the stars and trying to find a position. We had shooed away a couple in Hard Rock Cafe t-shirts which I guess could’ve been us if we had the money to travel this far when we were young and most likely I’d buy a shirt two sizes larger and Jack would look way younger and his hair would be shorter as I stroke it briefly, I felt bad for the couple and the name Monica Santos echoing in the airport was still in my head with all the kids in hats and reminding how older I was and that now pikachu is explained as a yellow cat to younger children. I remember leaning against Jack and seeing snow everywhere covering the streets and the roads, the sand and even the sea seemed to have unmelting snow in it and the sky itself was like a massive snow cloud and the words of my father sprouted about a church near where I was born that there was a view to it near my birth and maybe even the moment had been connected. READ MORE: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.com.br/2014/04/there-is-something-about-jack-white-4.html

Apr
16
2014

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Apr
16
2014

To Miles 29

I wondered if both me and Jamie were Miles’ two-sided blade. I wondered what would cross his mind and had I been filled with disastrous false hope. 

I had woken up earlier to leave earlier and to pester Jamie so I had headed to shave and shower, just to catch Jamie also up who had been shaving, who actually had far more facial hair than I would. Used to barely touching in public, Jamie smiled and quickly washed off the soap as I approached him and kissed the back of his neck. As if still asleep we briefly kissed before I had taken his soap and started applying it to my face, as Jamie just watched me before a sailor walked in, saluting Hince and he just nodded, quickly giving me a wink and heading off. 

READ MORE ALEX TURNER/JAMIE HINCE/MILES KANE FANFICTION: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.se/2014/04/to-miles-29.html

To Miles 29

I wondered if both me and Jamie were Miles’ two-sided blade. I wondered what would cross his mind and had I been filled with disastrous false hope.

I had woken up earlier to leave earlier and to pester Jamie so I had headed to shave and shower, just to catch Jamie also up who had been shaving, who actually had far more facial hair than I would. Used to barely touching in public, Jamie smiled and quickly washed off the soap as I approached him and kissed the back of his neck. As if still asleep we briefly kissed before I had taken his soap and started applying it to my face, as Jamie just watched me before a sailor walked in, saluting Hince and he just nodded, quickly giving me a wink and heading off.

READ MORE ALEX TURNER/JAMIE HINCE/MILES KANE FANFICTION: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.se/2014/04/to-miles-29.html

Apr
15
2014

Settle A Quarrel 2

There’s this drive which keeps pulling me towards her, nudging me to get closer, some intense longing which seems to split my throat apart and it keeps getting worse if I get closer or if we don’t and when we break up again and again my head just buzzes and it doesn’t ease. It’s all different kinds of pain and they only soothe and let me go when I let her take over me and then we both ease, I know the feeling, it’s that split second after an orgasm when the moans are still just fresh out of the mouth, the body catching up on the relief and just before you collapse, just like your body doesn’t register death straight away
it doesn’t register that we’re not together,
that I’m not with her and that I slap her away with my own boundaries which she has helped me build and dragged me away from once Jack had left. 
I think the thing about love is that you can’t kill, passion is the poison or some fragile love which will crawl back and sting you but the thing is, it’s still dead,
it’s not the love which comes out when you see the person, it’s not the fear of seeing them which drowns you

it’s the fact that the tongue and mind will nag what the fuck is wrong with you
or
them. 

READ MORE: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.se/2014/03/settle-quarrel-2.html

Settle A Quarrel 2

There’s this drive which keeps pulling me towards her, nudging me to get closer, some intense longing which seems to split my throat apart and it keeps getting worse if I get closer or if we don’t and when we break up again and again my head just buzzes and it doesn’t ease. It’s all different kinds of pain and they only soothe and let me go when I let her take over me and then we both ease, I know the feeling, it’s that split second after an orgasm when the moans are still just fresh out of the mouth, the body catching up on the relief and just before you collapse, just like your body doesn’t register death straight away
it doesn’t register that we’re not together,
that I’m not with her and that I slap her away with my own boundaries which she has helped me build and dragged me away from once Jack had left.
I think the thing about love is that you can’t kill, passion is the poison or some fragile love which will crawl back and sting you but the thing is, it’s still dead,
it’s not the love which comes out when you see the person, it’s not the fear of seeing them which drowns you

it’s the fact that the tongue and mind will nag what the fuck is wrong with you
or
them.

READ MORE: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.se/2014/03/settle-quarrel-2.html

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