Apr
19
2014

High Addiction 3

We come back, with our faces blank and while we wait for the food to be served she just squeezes my hand which could also be seen as a friendly gesture. In the end Dita chooses fish, I make a face at it, as Dita peels the skin off with her knife and I choose the vegetarian option, hoping no milk is involved in it and it is pretty much vegan.

“It is vegan?” I ask the stewardess to which she looks at me like a person with a country full of meat and poverty would look like.

“Vegetarian.” And she walks away. I sulk and eat my rice with random vegetables scattered over it, I’ll puke anyway if I end up eating chicken. Dita sees my hunger and gives me her bun. It takes ages for them to take away the stinky fish and Dita tries to get rid of the smell with a small perfume bottle, which makes me laugh and her smile. We share her coke and then a tea each, hers with milk.

“It surprises me how a lot of women who have sex with women date men instead.” I say trying to strike up a rather risky conversation, Dita on the other hand starts fiddling with her ring again. I’m still tense from my previous exams and summer barely even starting stroking my hair.

READ MORE ALISON MOSSHART/DITA VON TEESE FANFICTION: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.se/2013/06/high-addiction-3.html

High Addiction 3

We come back, with our faces blank and while we wait for the food to be served she just squeezes my hand which could also be seen as a friendly gesture. In the end Dita chooses fish, I make a face at it, as Dita peels the skin off with her knife and I choose the vegetarian option, hoping no milk is involved in it and it is pretty much vegan.

“It is vegan?” I ask the stewardess to which she looks at me like a person with a country full of meat and poverty would look like.

“Vegetarian.” And she walks away. I sulk and eat my rice with random vegetables scattered over it, I’ll puke anyway if I end up eating chicken. Dita sees my hunger and gives me her bun. It takes ages for them to take away the stinky fish and Dita tries to get rid of the smell with a small perfume bottle, which makes me laugh and her smile. We share her coke and then a tea each, hers with milk.

“It surprises me how a lot of women who have sex with women date men instead.” I say trying to strike up a rather risky conversation, Dita on the other hand starts fiddling with her ring again. I’m still tense from my previous exams and summer barely even starting stroking my hair.

READ MORE ALISON MOSSHART/DITA VON TEESE FANFICTION: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.se/2013/06/high-addiction-3.html

Apr
19
2014

One For The Road

I think I had worn two bras over my t-shirt by the end of the night as well, my legs against Alex’s head and the pillows floating in the bathroom. 

Then I had felt Al’s hand on my cheek, the last for the two weeks and a brief kiss, coz I had broken it and they had left. 

I had slept the rest of the day, sideways, spreading out every damn limb, trying to cover the emptiness. Alex had been texting me, but I wanted him to stop, I knew Miles, we had both wanted him for ourselves and frankly, I wonder if I haven’t cared. 

I cared too much.

My head was a mess and I had decided to head out, after a short lazy shower and using the tube this late had reminded me how nice it is to actually just sit and see darkness behind the windows, well, you have to ignore your broken reflection, but it had eased me. 

READ MORE ALEXA CHUNG/ALISON MOSSHART FANFICTION: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.com.br/2013/10/one-for-road.html

One For The Road

I think I had worn two bras over my t-shirt by the end of the night as well, my legs against Alex’s head and the pillows floating in the bathroom.

Then I had felt Al’s hand on my cheek, the last for the two weeks and a brief kiss, coz I had broken it and they had left.

I had slept the rest of the day, sideways, spreading out every damn limb, trying to cover the emptiness. Alex had been texting me, but I wanted him to stop, I knew Miles, we had both wanted him for ourselves and frankly, I wonder if I haven’t cared.

I cared too much.

My head was a mess and I had decided to head out, after a short lazy shower and using the tube this late had reminded me how nice it is to actually just sit and see darkness behind the windows, well, you have to ignore your broken reflection, but it had eased me.

READ MORE ALEXA CHUNG/ALISON MOSSHART FANFICTION: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.com.br/2013/10/one-for-road.html

Apr
18
2014

Poison the Rose

“Lana, you remind me of the first girl I loved.

A gangsta Nancy Sinatra and her pussy tasted like pepsi cola.” And sparkles on the slippers. I joke and I lick her neck, holding my hands to myself as she eats ice cream. We’ve fucked already, nearly past our first day. I had grabbed her backstage and stuck my hand in her jeans, Lana closing her eyes and I had attacked her neck just as I am now in a small place to be a diner, as if there would be a flag above us and I want to finger her again. I look around, both of our arrows smudged and her lipstick looking like a pussy, muffled by my sex and I kiss her again, my tongue sliding in and out, like fucking.

READ MORE ALISON MOSSHART/LANA DEL REY FANFICTION: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.com.br/2013/03/poison-rose.html

Poison the Rose

“Lana, you remind me of the first girl I loved.

A gangsta Nancy Sinatra and her pussy tasted like pepsi cola.” And sparkles on the slippers. I joke and I lick her neck, holding my hands to myself as she eats ice cream. We’ve fucked already, nearly past our first day. I had grabbed her backstage and stuck my hand in her jeans, Lana closing her eyes and I had attacked her neck just as I am now in a small place to be a diner, as if there would be a flag above us and I want to finger her again. I look around, both of our arrows smudged and her lipstick looking like a pussy, muffled by my sex and I kiss her again, my tongue sliding in and out, like fucking.

READ MORE ALISON MOSSHART/LANA DEL REY FANFICTION: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.com.br/2013/03/poison-rose.html

Apr
18
2014

CANTEEN 2

“I went out.” Miles mutters for me to go on, pressing his lips together, the corner of his lips excited and curious, maybe just a bit jealous that I hadn’t dragged him out. My mind has a thunderstorm where I wonder if I should tell him about Jamie playing and how I had waiting for him and he just kissed me. There is no loss and I get scared that what if the sacred moment will flee my mind, but the kiss is still there, the small second where his lips touched mine playfully, my entire essence collapsing and how he had held me, metaphorically. I feel giggly. I still keep my silence.

READ MORE: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.se/2014/04/canteen-2.html

CANTEEN 2

“I went out.” Miles mutters for me to go on, pressing his lips together, the corner of his lips excited and curious, maybe just a bit jealous that I hadn’t dragged him out. My mind has a thunderstorm where I wonder if I should tell him about Jamie playing and how I had waiting for him and he just kissed me. There is no loss and I get scared that what if the sacred moment will flee my mind, but the kiss is still there, the small second where his lips touched mine playfully, my entire essence collapsing and how he had held me, metaphorically. I feel giggly. I still keep my silence.

READ MORE: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.se/2014/04/canteen-2.html

Apr
18
2014

You Make The Cherries Go Sour

Her eyes look a bit too hungry sometimes, even when I choose the cherries, not too many, but enough to keep the advertisement breaks occupied. 

I take more and for a few seconds she watches me before she approaches me and she takes my hair out of my eyes, making a ponytail and I just stare at her, smiling a bit, as if we’d be naked and I’d be insecure. 

“Hey.” Alexa says a bit too softly and just as hungry, her breathing becoming a heavy achievement for her and I just wonder at which colour was the band which she tied my hair with and I smile. “What are you doing?”

READ MORE: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.co.uk/2012/03/you-make-cherries-go-sour.html

You Make The Cherries Go Sour

Her eyes look a bit too hungry sometimes, even when I choose the cherries, not too many, but enough to keep the advertisement breaks occupied. 

I take more and for a few seconds she watches me before she approaches me and she takes my hair out of my eyes, making a ponytail and I just stare at her, smiling a bit, as if we’d be naked and I’d be insecure. 

“Hey.” Alexa says a bit too softly and just as hungry, her breathing becoming a heavy achievement for her and I just wonder at which colour was the band which she tied my hair with and I smile. “What are you doing?”

READ MORE: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.co.uk/2012/03/you-make-cherries-go-sour.html

Apr
16
2014

Poison the Rose 3
“Y’know what I find irritating, people don’t think that we squirt and heterosexuals use condoms if they ever have sex. Sex ain’t messy, which is bull. No one thinks about how to clean up. Sex is a sin, if the woman has pleasure.” That irritates me to no end and still does.There are a bunch of flashes.I get my picture taken numerous times and with Lana gone I can only think about my massive roots, how my hair is growing and how Lana’s isn’t.
READ MORE ALISON MOSSHART/LANA DEL REY FANFICTION AT GRASPTHESANITY

Poison the Rose 3

“Y’know what I find irritating, people don’t think that we squirt and heterosexuals use condoms if they ever have sex. Sex ain’t messy, which is bull. No one thinks about how to clean up. Sex is a sin, if the woman has pleasure.” That irritates me to no end and still does.

There are a bunch of flashes.

I get my picture taken numerous times and with Lana gone I can only think about my massive roots, how my hair is growing and how Lana’s isn’t.

READ MORE ALISON MOSSHART/LANA DEL REY 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. 
READ MORE LANA DEL REY/MARINA DIAMANDIS FANFICTION AT GRASPTHESANITY

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. 

READ MORE LANA DEL REY/MARINA DIAMANDIS FANFICTION AT GRASPTHESANITY

Apr
13
2014

Poison the Rose
“Lana, you remind me of the first girl I loved.A gangsta Nancy Sinatra and her pussy tasted like pepsi cola.” And sparkles on the slippers. I joke and I lick her neck, holding my hands to myself as she eats ice cream. We’ve fucked already, nearly past our first day. I had grabbed her backstage and stuck my hand in her jeans, Lana closing her eyes and I had attacked her neck just as I am now in a small place to be a diner, as if there would be a flag above us and I want to finger her again. I look around, both of our arrows smudged and her lipstick looking like a pussy, muffled by my sex and I kiss her again, my tongue sliding in and out, like fucking.
READ MORE ALISON MOSSHART/LANA DEL REY FANFICTION AT GRASPTHESANITY

Poison the Rose

“Lana, you remind me of the first girl I loved.

A gangsta Nancy Sinatra and her pussy tasted like pepsi cola.” And sparkles on the slippers. I joke and I lick her neck, holding my hands to myself as she eats ice cream. We’ve fucked already, nearly past our first day. I had grabbed her backstage and stuck my hand in her jeans, Lana closing her eyes and I had attacked her neck just as I am now in a small place to be a diner, as if there would be a flag above us and I want to finger her again. I look around, both of our arrows smudged and her lipstick looking like a pussy, muffled by my sex and I kiss her again, my tongue sliding in and out, like fucking.

READ MORE ALISON MOSSHART/LANA DEL REY FANFICTION AT GRASPTHESANITY

Apr
13
2014

One For The Road
I feel surrounded by a mist of confusion, where I myself don’t know why am I confused and it feels more awkward, waiting with Alex for Miles. I don’t know why I still haven’t asked myself properly why am I still here and I’m ok with him having a lover which had started a while ago. 

I really wonder why do I think that it’s ok as long as I’m the main girlfriend and we’re still nowhere close to engaged, yet he assures me that he loves me, yet he loves Miles too. Miles is nice and all and well, he knows that still officially I’m the girlfriend while he’s the lover.

But I’m still not ok.
 
READ MORE ALEXA CHUNG FANFICTION AT GRASPTHESANITY

One For The Road

I feel surrounded by a mist of confusion, where I myself don’t know why am I confused and it feels more awkward, waiting with Alex for Miles. I don’t know why I still haven’t asked myself properly why am I still here and I’m ok with him having a lover which had started a while ago. 


I really wonder why do I think that it’s ok as long as I’m the main girlfriend and we’re still nowhere close to engaged, yet he assures me that he loves me, yet he loves Miles too. Miles is nice and all and well, he knows that still officially I’m the girlfriend while he’s the lover.


But I’m still not ok.

 

READ MORE ALEXA CHUNG FANFICTION AT GRASPTHESANITY

Apr
12
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.
 
READ MORE LANA DEL REY/MARINA DIAMANDIS FANFICTION AT GRASPTHESANITY

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 LANA DEL REY/MARINA DIAMANDIS FANFICTION AT GRASPTHESANITY

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