Sep
24
2014

Emphasize Heaven
It’s very awkward.

“Hi.” He says and I see how he aged and that he no longer looks like a teenager, well, he looks like he managed to reach puberty after going on some testosterone pills, so I’ll give him that. 

“Oh, fucking hell, fuck, suck harder.” He said slamming his head against the wall accidentally, pulling my head closer to his body. 

“Um, yeah, hi.” Why I’m even drinking apple juice, usually people think his ID is fake and Alex ends up sipping rum from my straw when the bartender ain’t looking. 

I went on top of him, as he kept pulling my nipples before pulling me down, frenching me passionately. 
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Emphasize Heaven

It’s very awkward.


“Hi.” He says and I see how he aged and that he no longer looks like a teenager, well, he looks like he managed to reach puberty after going on some testosterone pills, so I’ll give him that. 

“Oh, fucking hell, fuck, suck harder.” He said slamming his head against the wall accidentally, pulling my head closer to his body. 

“Um, yeah, hi.” Why I’m even drinking apple juice, usually people think his ID is fake and Alex ends up sipping rum from my straw when the bartender ain’t looking. 

I went on top of him, as he kept pulling my nipples before pulling me down, frenching me passionately. 

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Sep
24
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. 

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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.

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Sep
24
2014

Settle A Quarrel 3
Alison pulls my hair, her other arm pulling me closer, clashing our bodies harshly against each other, the layers no longer being barricades from anxiety, but rather destroying ourselves. The obscurity of the moment just proves how spontaneous we always were, the desire fusing everything until she just picked up the phone and told me she’s coming and I had seen her at the airport, pulling her closer, lips too swollen to laugh. 
She destroys me.
I destroy myself.
She’s the reflection I want and have been waiting for, with no shards to slide against my palms. 
I don’t know if her kiss shattering reality or yanking me into it is a good thing, but it’s surely something which brings fear.
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Settle A Quarrel 3

Alison pulls my hair, her other arm pulling me closer, clashing our bodies harshly against each other, the layers no longer being barricades from anxiety, but rather destroying ourselves. The obscurity of the moment just proves how spontaneous we always were, the desire fusing everything until she just picked up the phone and told me she’s coming and I had seen her at the airport, pulling her closer, lips too swollen to laugh. 
She destroys me.
I destroy myself.
She’s the reflection I want and have been waiting for, with no shards to slide against my palms. 
I don’t know if her kiss shattering reality or yanking me into it is a good thing, but it’s surely something which brings fear.

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Sep
24
2014

get down on your knees in the tunnel of love
Love seems to wash over me, as if he’s looking at me again, a piercing yet soft stare like a post-sex kiss, lukewarm and shattering to build up strength again and once more later. It’s odd when you see someone who you love with your entire being, it’s always the same feeling only it’s covered in different layers, which cover you either with desire or anxiety of seeing them and right now, I’m not so sure anymore because I’m open to observe him, because I know that he doesn’t see me even when I get spilled with beer and I don’t even flinch, I only move closer to the stage, but never close enough, but I know I’ve seen more of him than all this room combined and Alison who has the same fate of on and off as I’ve had and I can only say that I have some advantage which she doesn’t have. 

I wonder if she knows, but it seems ridiculous if she wouldn’t know. 
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get down on your knees in the tunnel of love

Love seems to wash over me, as if he’s looking at me again, a piercing yet soft stare like a post-sex kiss, lukewarm and shattering to build up strength again and once more later. It’s odd when you see someone who you love with your entire being, it’s always the same feeling only it’s covered in different layers, which cover you either with desire or anxiety of seeing them and right now, I’m not so sure anymore because I’m open to observe him, because I know that he doesn’t see me even when I get spilled with beer and I don’t even flinch, I only move closer to the stage, but never close enough, but I know I’ve seen more of him than all this room combined and Alison who has the same fate of on and off as I’ve had and I can only say that I have some advantage which she doesn’t have. 


I wonder if she knows, but it seems ridiculous if she wouldn’t know. 

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Sep
24
2014

I’m waiting to greet you 2
Jack White is more than a game and sometimes I feel like I am the dice they both roll and both have different tastes and neither of them are licorice yet they are the sweets in the aisle which seems to have to many to choose from. And I’ve watched him as we both get our hair trimmed and see how his curls fall and I know that mine will grow the same way it did, my dye takes longer and it takes a while for his to fall and mine to be renewed and I feel like our age is switched, the tired look in his eyes make him more ready to gamble while my age just wants a roof, yet we still walk out, both newly cut and he can’t help but look at me.

We never gambled over her openly, but we had once started a game of yatzee, rolling dice, wine and whiskey scattered on the floor and his eyes glued to mine, his fingers touching mine with every dice roll, maybe the candy on the bottom of the bag is the one most chosen, because it was on the beginning. 
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I’m waiting to greet you 2

Jack White is more than a game and sometimes I feel like I am the dice they both roll and both have different tastes and neither of them are licorice yet they are the sweets in the aisle which seems to have to many to choose from. And I’ve watched him as we both get our hair trimmed and see how his curls fall and I know that mine will grow the same way it did, my dye takes longer and it takes a while for his to fall and mine to be renewed and I feel like our age is switched, the tired look in his eyes make him more ready to gamble while my age just wants a roof, yet we still walk out, both newly cut and he can’t help but look at me.


We never gambled over her openly, but we had once started a game of yatzee, rolling dice, wine and whiskey scattered on the floor and his eyes glued to mine, his fingers touching mine with every dice roll, maybe the candy on the bottom of the bag is the one most chosen, because it was on the beginning. 

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Sep
24
2014

Stale Smoke In A Running Circle
The arm is slowly going on my neck and being trailed, well, the fingers are, slowly trailing up and down as the rear window is too cold and air is now the smell of stale beer. I just look sideways to see nothing besides my hair trailing everything on my skin, maybe making a suicide attempt, not enough alcohol was bought with the low amount of money and need to at least buy a night bus ticket. I get out in the middle of nowhere those places which are far from London and have Waitrose somewhere tucked in the high street with pharmacies for whatever reason making their own lives and countrysides of sorts.I sit.
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Stale Smoke In A Running Circle

The arm is slowly going on my neck and being trailed, well, the fingers are, slowly trailing up and down as the rear window is too cold and air is now the smell of stale beer. I just look sideways to see nothing besides my hair trailing everything on my skin, maybe making a suicide attempt, not enough alcohol was bought with the low amount of money and need to at least buy a night bus ticket. 

I get out in the middle of nowhere those places which are far from London and have Waitrose somewhere tucked in the high street with pharmacies for whatever reason making their own lives and countrysides of sorts.

I sit.

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Sep
23
2014

To Miles 34
New Year’s is spent with a drag show done by Carlos and Julian, both of them dancing and I am sitting in the back, blankets all over me and me and Jamie agreed that it’s better if he sits upfront and he would only check on me from while to while, letting his eyes rest on mine and quickly brushing under my ear when no one was looking before heading back to his seat. I can’t help but observe once he leaves and I keep looking at him and I just want to wrap my arms around him.
Miles did decide to sit besides me and it was as if I was sitting besides a funeral and I watched his new shaved head, how he had suddenly seemed to age and slowly sipping the champagne and I wondered how would Jamie deal with his hangover once we agreed to open the wine bottle he smuggled from the shore and I even wondered if the alcohol would actually kill the bacteria or if all was an excuse for me and Jamie to drink. I wrap myself heavier, thinking of Jamie riding me and I’m all covered, thankfully.
 
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To Miles 34

New Year’s is spent with a drag show done by Carlos and Julian, both of them dancing and I am sitting in the back, blankets all over me and me and Jamie agreed that it’s better if he sits upfront and he would only check on me from while to while, letting his eyes rest on mine and quickly brushing under my ear when no one was looking before heading back to his seat. I can’t help but observe once he leaves and I keep looking at him and I just want to wrap my arms around him.
Miles did decide to sit besides me and it was as if I was sitting besides a funeral and I watched his new shaved head, how he had suddenly seemed to age and slowly sipping the champagne and I wondered how would Jamie deal with his hangover once we agreed to open the wine bottle he smuggled from the shore and I even wondered if the alcohol would actually kill the bacteria or if all was an excuse for me and Jamie to drink. I wrap myself heavier, thinking of Jamie riding me and I’m all covered, thankfully.

 

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Sep
23
2014

Disaster

I don’t know who am I and I have too many thoughts running through my head, too many things locked away in a chest and I think the only thing which calms me down is the fact that I don’t think she knows either. Looking back I wonder how long have I been hiding this from myself, not knowing who am I, all thoughts bundled up and trying different things from chugging a bottle of booze gotten at a party and sitting close pointing at all the couples and wondering what is supposed to be attractive in boys.

I think I was the one who flung faster away than she did, she still tried, yet I was the first one to dip in the pool, everyone watching that someone older than anyone they had ever held hands with was with me instead of me just doodling and laughing with Marina sitting side by side and sometimes wearing matching shirts without knowing it.

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Disaster

I don’t know who am I and I have too many thoughts running through my head, too many things locked away in a chest and I think the only thing which calms me down is the fact that I don’t think she knows either. Looking back I wonder how long have I been hiding this from myself, not knowing who am I, all thoughts bundled up and trying different things from chugging a bottle of booze gotten at a party and sitting close pointing at all the couples and wondering what is supposed to be attractive in boys.

I think I was the one who flung faster away than she did, she still tried, yet I was the first one to dip in the pool, everyone watching that someone older than anyone they had ever held hands with was with me instead of me just doodling and laughing with Marina sitting side by side and sometimes wearing matching shirts without knowing it.

READ MORE LARINA FANFICTION: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.se/2014/01/disaster.html

Sep
23
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. 

Jack waved at them and they prayed that Meg was indeed his girlfriend, as I would smoke outside, Jack scratching the back of his head, thinking-

“I can’t take you in.”

“I know.”
 
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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. 


Jack waved at them and they prayed that Meg was indeed his girlfriend, as I would smoke outside, Jack scratching the back of his head, thinking-


“I can’t take you in.”


“I know.”

 

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Sep
22
2014

To Miles 34
The illness starts wearing off on Christmas eve, when Jamie brings coffee for both of us and I feel oddly better this morning, my anxiety rising and my mind far too sober, which Jamie explains that the medicine should’ve started working on me properly as he smiles and I can’t even recall what he had said regarding me kissing Miles again. He kisses me softly and I apologize for not having a gift due to my unconscious state and I suggest paying in sex whenever I can, smirking. Jamie mock rants that he’d get sex anyway and we laugh it off as I make space for him on the bed, my hands still trembling.

Maybe the devil did make himself into my guardian angel, but isn’t then when you can see both sides that you can choose?

I don’t really speak much, Miles running in my eyes and I know Jamie’s heard of it and he keeps silent at first, presuming that I’m still ill but only my skin recently is the sole thing which gives it away as I lift myself up. Where does wrong even end? I push myself back down as I feel him pull me closer and I close my eyes. I’m thankful for whatever anyone else is doing and I wonder how deep are we and closer to Christmas. I can’t speak and fear seems to be pounding and I wonder if it’s solely minutes left until Christmas. 
 
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To Miles 34

The illness starts wearing off on Christmas eve, when Jamie brings coffee for both of us and I feel oddly better this morning, my anxiety rising and my mind far too sober, which Jamie explains that the medicine should’ve started working on me properly as he smiles and I can’t even recall what he had said regarding me kissing Miles again. He kisses me softly and I apologize for not having a gift due to my unconscious state and I suggest paying in sex whenever I can, smirking. Jamie mock rants that he’d get sex anyway and we laugh it off as I make space for him on the bed, my hands still trembling.


Maybe the devil did make himself into my guardian angel, but isn’t then when you can see both sides that you can choose?


I don’t really speak much, Miles running in my eyes and I know Jamie’s heard of it and he keeps silent at first, presuming that I’m still ill but only my skin recently is the sole thing which gives it away as I lift myself up. Where does wrong even end? I push myself back down as I feel him pull me closer and I close my eyes. I’m thankful for whatever anyone else is doing and I wonder how deep are we and closer to Christmas. I can’t speak and fear seems to be pounding and I wonder if it’s solely minutes left until Christmas. 

 

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