Apr
23
2014

Just out of curiosity

Do we have any queer men/non-binary Kills/Jamie Hince fans here? :D

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Apr
21
2014

BAR EYES 6
I wake up to feel a warm body, clothed besides me as I sit up, not bothering about my revealed chest as I turn to see a different shade of tousled brown hair and someone looking much older than me or Alex. A wave seems to hit me as I just sit there, observing the sleeping figure, scared to touch, yet even if my side of the body is pressed against his back. I wonder what I should do, so all I do is trace my fingers down his spine, down the gray t-shirt as I observe him with the mole on the left side of his nose, his eyelashes and it’s not that he looks familiar,

it’s more of knowing something odd about the person in front of you.

Jamie turns, in boots in my bed and he lightly opens his eyes just to close them, fear taking over and that’s when I hear something with the doorknob happen, it keeps turning in one direction and that’s when the man sits up and stares at me with dark green eyes. 

I don’t tremble. Jamie takes me by the chin.
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BAR EYES 6

I wake up to feel a warm body, clothed besides me as I sit up, not bothering about my revealed chest as I turn to see a different shade of tousled brown hair and someone looking much older than me or Alex. A wave seems to hit me as I just sit there, observing the sleeping figure, scared to touch, yet even if my side of the body is pressed against his back. I wonder what I should do, so all I do is trace my fingers down his spine, down the gray t-shirt as I observe him with the mole on the left side of his nose, his eyelashes and it’s not that he looks familiar,


it’s more of knowing something odd about the person in front of you.


Jamie turns, in boots in my bed and he lightly opens his eyes just to close them, fear taking over and that’s when I hear something with the doorknob happen, it keeps turning in one direction and that’s when the man sits up and stares at me with dark green eyes. 


I don’t tremble. Jamie takes me by the chin.

READ MORE THE KILLS FANFICTION HERE

Apr
12
2014

PDD OR HYPOXYPHILIA
Sometimes love submerges you, immerses you fully underwater, giving a sense of no gravity, just floating, your entire body numb and pulsing because you’re drowning and only when you get yanked out, you realize with the beloved by your side

that there is a reason you need oxygen, the lungs desperately praying for air, coughing loudly, the whole body burnt and all which is needed is soothing.

I burst out laughing on the floor, cigarette in my head, alcohol not yet clung to me enough to be drunk yet I pretend to be, not enough booze until someone new comes in with a bottle because all else was drained. 

Would that make me a child of the world? That sometimes I care and sometimes I don’t immersed too deep within me not to care about politics, eyes desperately shut as someone comes in and I hear the heels click besides me and even give me a small shove. I don’t open my eyes. All I do is breathe out smoke. 
READ MORE JAMIE HINCE FANFICTION HERE

PDD OR HYPOXYPHILIA

Sometimes love submerges you, immerses you fully underwater, giving a sense of no gravity, just floating, your entire body numb and pulsing because you’re drowning and only when you get yanked out, you realize with the beloved by your side


that there is a reason you need oxygen, the lungs desperately praying for air, coughing loudly, the whole body burnt and all which is needed is soothing.


I burst out laughing on the floor, cigarette in my head, alcohol not yet clung to me enough to be drunk yet I pretend to be, not enough booze until someone new comes in with a bottle because all else was drained. 


Would that make me a child of the world? That sometimes I care and sometimes I don’t immersed too deep within me not to care about politics, eyes desperately shut as someone comes in and I hear the heels click besides me and even give me a small shove. I don’t open my eyes. All I do is breathe out smoke. 

READ MORE JAMIE HINCE FANFICTION HERE

Apr
12
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
READ MORE JAMIE HINCE FANFICTION HERE

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

READ MORE JAMIE HINCE FANFICTION HERE

Apr
10
2014

PDD OR HYPOXYPHILIA
Sometimes love submerges you, immerses you fully underwater, giving a sense of no gravity, just floating, your entire body numb and pulsing because you’re drowning and only when you get yanked out, you realize with the beloved by your side

that there is a reason you need oxygen, the lungs desperately praying for air, coughing loudly, the whole body burnt and all which is needed is soothing.

I burst out laughing on the floor, cigarette in my head, alcohol not yet clung to me enough to be drunk yet I pretend to be, not enough booze until someone new comes in with a bottle because all else was drained. 

Would that make me a child of the world? That sometimes I care and sometimes I don’t immersed too deep within me not to care about politics, eyes desperately shut as someone comes in and I hear the heels click besides me and even give me a small shove. I don’t open my eyes. All I do is breathe out smoke. 
READ MORE JAMIE HINCE FANFICTION HERE

PDD OR HYPOXYPHILIA

Sometimes love submerges you, immerses you fully underwater, giving a sense of no gravity, just floating, your entire body numb and pulsing because you’re drowning and only when you get yanked out, you realize with the beloved by your side


that there is a reason you need oxygen, the lungs desperately praying for air, coughing loudly, the whole body burnt and all which is needed is soothing.


I burst out laughing on the floor, cigarette in my head, alcohol not yet clung to me enough to be drunk yet I pretend to be, not enough booze until someone new comes in with a bottle because all else was drained. 


Would that make me a child of the world? That sometimes I care and sometimes I don’t immersed too deep within me not to care about politics, eyes desperately shut as someone comes in and I hear the heels click besides me and even give me a small shove. I don’t open my eyes. All I do is breathe out smoke. 

READ MORE JAMIE HINCE FANFICTION HERE

Apr
10
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. 
READ MORE THE KILLS FANFICTION HERE

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. 

READ MORE THE KILLS FANFICTION HERE

Apr
10
2014

CLOSE 3
The morning starts from Jamie given me a half empty carton of orange juice. In bed. With cold toast as I hesitate he gets the juice back and drinks it himself and after I’m done with two bites he finishes the toast and pulls me up, he is acting sweeter with the half carton but nothing else is going on besides the fact that the morning is started by wasting pricey tickets in Waverley to get to London.I sniff at the price and realize when you keep stealing money it’s not so hard to achieve and be back on track which they one you’ve had, you can just keep filling it up as if you’ve never even spent or stolen, well, maybe you steal from yourself.We hesitate past the school trip to Newcastle and Jamie sulks at the rains and whenever we go under bridges and his ears ache.
READ MORE THE KILLS FANFICTION HERE

CLOSE 3

The morning starts from Jamie given me a half empty carton of orange juice. In bed. With cold toast as I hesitate he gets the juice back and drinks it himself and after I’m done with two bites he finishes the toast and pulls me up, he is acting sweeter with the half carton but nothing else is going on besides the fact that the morning is started by wasting pricey tickets in Waverley to get to London.

I sniff at the price and realize when you keep stealing money it’s not so hard to achieve and be back on track which they one you’ve had, you can just keep filling it up as if you’ve never even spent or stolen, well, maybe you steal from yourself.

We hesitate past the school trip to Newcastle and Jamie sulks at the rains and whenever we go under bridges and his ears ache.

READ MORE THE KILLS FANFICTION HERE

Apr
10
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 THE KILLS FANFICTION HERE

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 THE KILLS FANFICTION HERE

Apr
9
2014

USED LIGHTER
She wraps herself with a worn out polka dot cloth I saw her buy yesterday, walking into the store, a bit wobbling, with a burnt out cigarette, not saying anything and paying with coins. I tried to smile at her and instead she just left the store.I walk on, back trying to get to the bus stop on time and she sits there with a cigarette dangling unlit in her mouth, her lips smeared with a red substance and a sign lying at her feet.A hobo for blood.And she looks at me with drunken with sweet taste eyes.I light her cigarette and she laughs inhaling, taking my hand.
READ MORE THE KILLS FANFICTION HERE

USED LIGHTER

She wraps herself with a worn out polka dot cloth I saw her buy yesterday, walking into the store, a bit wobbling, with a burnt out cigarette, not saying anything and paying with coins. I tried to smile at her and instead she just left the store.

I walk on, back trying to get to the bus stop on time and she sits there with a cigarette dangling unlit in her mouth, her lips smeared with a red substance and a sign lying at her feet.

A hobo for blood.

And she looks at me with drunken with sweet taste eyes.

I light her cigarette and she laughs inhaling, taking my hand.

READ MORE THE KILLS FANFICTION HERE

Apr
7
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. 
READ MORE THE KILLS FANFICTION HERE

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. 

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