Oct
21
2014

BROKEN BLACK VARNISH REQUIEM 8
We decide on a dress, which I flip at him and take off gingerly, Jamie booing my choice of resistance. I wonder if we both realize that we’re both in dresses and ready to pounce for the bouquet of no choice, that we’re both placed in the same ring, both in the same frilly dresses we’d never wear, so I give him back the dress, pulling on my jeans and falling on the bed, grunting, as Jamie slowly starts braiding my hair and I snap at him, my anxiety tickling me far too much when nothing has even happened but I wished that the fingers intertwined in my hair were Jack’s for some reason and I just sigh, as Jamie starts ruffling through Alex’s clothing with a stuck out tongue. 

“It does look like he has been dating you for a while.” Jamie laughs, showing the ridiculous amount of plain shirts, which he clings onto.
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BROKEN BLACK VARNISH REQUIEM 8

We decide on a dress, which I flip at him and take off gingerly, Jamie booing my choice of resistance. I wonder if we both realize that we’re both in dresses and ready to pounce for the bouquet of no choice, that we’re both placed in the same ring, both in the same frilly dresses we’d never wear, so I give him back the dress, pulling on my jeans and falling on the bed, grunting, as Jamie slowly starts braiding my hair and I snap at him, my anxiety tickling me far too much when nothing has even happened but I wished that the fingers intertwined in my hair were Jack’s for some reason and I just sigh, as Jamie starts ruffling through Alex’s clothing with a stuck out tongue. 


“It does look like he has been dating you for a while.” Jamie laughs, showing the ridiculous amount of plain shirts, which he clings onto.

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Oct
21
2014

grasp THE sanity: Broken Black Varnish Requiem 8

We decide on a dress, which I flip at him and take off gingerly, Jamie booing my choice of resistance. I wonder if we both realize that we’re both in dresses and ready to pounce for the bouquet of no choice, that we’re both placed in the same ring, both in the same frilly dresses we’d never wear, so I give him back the dress, pulling on my jeans and falling on the bed, grunting, as Jamie slowly starts braiding my hair and I snap at him, my anxiety tickling me far too much when nothing has even happened but I wished that the fingers intertwined in my hair were Jack’s for some reason and I just sigh, as Jamie starts ruffling through Alex’s clothing with a stuck out tongue. 


“It does look like he has been dating you for a while.” Jamie laughs, showing the ridiculous amount of plain shirts, which he clings onto.

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Oct
20
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. 
 
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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. 

 

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Oct
20
2014

the kills live stream will be at my 7 a.m. :)

kill me now and wake me at 7 a.m. :) on the 27th

then kill me again.

Oct
18
2014

Untitled 5Silence Seems To Feed Us 6

We started the year with kissing, but in the end nothing happened, months went and she started joining me more frequent singing and her hair was about to reach her shoulders. 

We stopped touching each other.

Once I even fell asleep on the couch and in the morning Alison would be scattered on the bed. 

We could kiss each other, but what would the point in that be when it was so easy to do and perform, which is what we’ve been doing briefly. We started touching ourselves separately, sometimes I would stand and wait until she would be done with her silence and her cheeks would be flashed.

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Untitled 5Silence Seems To Feed Us 6

We started the year with kissing, but in the end nothing happened, months went and she started joining me more frequent singing and her hair was about to reach her shoulders.

We stopped touching each other.

Once I even fell asleep on the couch and in the morning Alison would be scattered on the bed.

We could kiss each other, but what would the point in that be when it was so easy to do and perform, which is what we’ve been doing briefly. We started touching ourselves separately, sometimes I would stand and wait until she would be done with her silence and her cheeks would be flashed.

READ MORE JAMIE HINCE/ALISON MOSSHART FANFICTION: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.co.uk/2012/03/untitled-5silence-seems-to-feed-us.html

Oct
16
2014

let’s make straight offensive since they’re such bigots 3
He tries to choke me with a pillow, as I burst out laughing.

One week until Valentine’s now and my heart shrivels up with lonely fear, as the Jamie admirer should reveal it’s rose and fedora as I say that to Jamie, bursting out in laughter and jealous that he’ll be the one to lose his virginity first to a guy, though, so ew. And Jamie gets a second Valentine, hinting that it’s someone taller than Jamie, which he scowls is unfair coz he falls under the very short kind compared to the rest. 

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let’s make straight offensive since they’re such bigots 3

He tries to choke me with a pillow, as I burst out laughing.

One week until Valentine’s now and my heart shrivels up with lonely fear, as the Jamie admirer should reveal it’s rose and fedora as I say that to Jamie, bursting out in laughter and jealous that he’ll be the one to lose his virginity first to a guy, though, so ew. And Jamie gets a second Valentine, hinting that it’s someone taller than Jamie, which he scowls is unfair coz he falls under the very short kind compared to the rest. 

Oct
15
2014

Path
Why don’t you spit out the itch, onto the crowd which awaits some hurl from the stage, as the melody flows with a pair of dyed nails around the neck. And who’s above who? Is it just a pair of glances as the backstage is some lost fragment of an eaten orb from her hands, well, why won’t she feed me, just because I had declined. The reaction and the realization are the ones which hold the bottle, as we both drink from it to realize it’s the same top.It’s harder to create when you’re complete.That’s why the distance is held.So something that we lack is described and is used as the tongue shivers, as I look above trying to see you above me, you’re too high up, so why don’t you fall down?What about when you had tried and I had to sit, locked, trying to get you out, locking the door, feeling the scent of cigarettes behind and receiving no pleasure from the wife, but rather the teenage caught in the thirties outside, with the legs crossed behind, maybe you had your head against the wooden door.
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Path

Why don’t you spit out the itch, onto the crowd which awaits some hurl from the stage, as the melody flows with a pair of dyed nails around the neck. And who’s above who? Is it just a pair of glances as the backstage is some lost fragment of an eaten orb from her hands, well, why won’t she feed me, just because I had declined. The reaction and the realization are the ones which hold the bottle, as we both drink from it to realize it’s the same top.

It’s harder to create when you’re complete.

That’s why the distance is held.

So something that we lack is described and is used as the tongue shivers, as I look above trying to see you above me, you’re too high up, so why don’t you fall down?

What about when you had tried and I had to sit, locked, trying to get you out, locking the door, feeling the scent of cigarettes behind and receiving no pleasure from the wife, but rather the teenage caught in the thirties outside, with the legs crossed behind, maybe you had your head against the wooden door.

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Oct
14
2014

let’s make straight offensive since they’re such bigots 5
The taller bloke scratches his head and grins, watching Jamie catch his breath and I just watch them unravel in some unrealistic expectation, like a soap opera. 
“I-I’m Jack, y-your admirer.”
“I figured.” Jamie grins and nods, watching him, but he lowers his eyes and I see him look at me, as the taller bloke fidgets. My hands ache. “Where were you? I’m fucking yelling that I’m gay every day.”
They both laugh.
I’m behind the screen.

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let’s make straight offensive since they’re such bigots 5

The taller bloke scratches his head and grins, watching Jamie catch his breath and I just watch them unravel in some unrealistic expectation, like a soap opera. 

“I-I’m Jack, y-your admirer.”

“I figured.” Jamie grins and nods, watching him, but he lowers his eyes and I see him look at me, as the taller bloke fidgets. My hands ache. “Where were you? I’m fucking yelling that I’m gay every day.”

They both laugh.

I’m behind the screen.

Oct
14
2014

let’s make straight offensive since they’re such bigots 4
“What did he say?” Jamie just rolls his eyes to my question and turns around as we resume our pace through people already with some lunch unlike us, still starving. 

“Horny, I told you.”

“No one would want you, wanker.”

“You seemed last night, Mosshart.” My cheeks pale and I feel my footsteps echo in my bones. He turns around a few steps behind and looks at me, a few people passing by us and I know that I’ve got his entire face mapped in my head and soon he will dissappear, all of our friends vanishing and us even yelling that once a lover is found both of us will be gone and I can’t help but keep looking at his lost eyes and he just comes closer to me and in my mind I want to kiss him, I want to forget, I want to somehow know how my attraction is dignified and where had I gone wrong, why is his touch always so natural

and why can’t I lose him?
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let’s make straight offensive since they’re such bigots 4

“What did he say?” Jamie just rolls his eyes to my question and turns around as we resume our pace through people already with some lunch unlike us, still starving. 


“Horny, I told you.”


“No one would want you, wanker.”


“You seemed last night, Mosshart.” My cheeks pale and I feel my footsteps echo in my bones. He turns around a few steps behind and looks at me, a few people passing by us and I know that I’ve got his entire face mapped in my head and soon he will dissappear, all of our friends vanishing and us even yelling that once a lover is found both of us will be gone and I can’t help but keep looking at his lost eyes and he just comes closer to me and in my mind I want to kiss him, I want to forget, I want to somehow know how my attraction is dignified and where had I gone wrong, why is his touch always so natural


and why can’t I lose him?

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Oct
14
2014

There Is Something About Jack White 5
“What else do you want to know about Jack White?” I ask Agyness blowing out the smoke into the open window raised halfway in the apartment we share for this week as a brief redoing is going on in ours and Agyness hurls out smoke from her nose, looking at me and poking out her tongue, her cheeks blushing.

“How was the sex?” She asks and inhales from my cigarette.

“Good.” I laugh, blowing up to cover the stars and she rubs her fingers against my shoulderbaldes, leaning closer with her fingers, past my bra and onto my waist, hooking her fingers into the hemline and licking my neck. The former model kisses it softly, resting her eyes against my neck, counting the hairs.
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There Is Something About Jack White 5

“What else do you want to know about Jack White?” I ask Agyness blowing out the smoke into the open window raised halfway in the apartment we share for this week as a brief redoing is going on in ours and Agyness hurls out smoke from her nose, looking at me and poking out her tongue, her cheeks blushing.


“How was the sex?” She asks and inhales from my cigarette.


“Good.” I laugh, blowing up to cover the stars and she rubs her fingers against my shoulderbaldes, leaning closer with her fingers, past my bra and onto my waist, hooking her fingers into the hemline and licking my neck. The former model kisses it softly, resting her eyes against my neck, counting the hairs.

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