Oct
14
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.
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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.

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Oct
11
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. 

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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.

READ MORE LANA DEL REY/MARINA DIAMANDIS FANFICTION: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.se/2014/02/disaster-2.html

Oct
11
2014

Disaster 3

Her legs are widely stretched, her breathing awfully heavy and eyes still full of sex, my own jeans feel like second skin and Marina can’t stabilize her breathing as she keeps looking at me. She bites her soft lips and I don’t know how come I’m not grinding against her. She unzips my jeans lower and starts slowly pulling them off. My heart is racing and my underwear is clung onto my pussy, drenched and she traces my entrance with her long fingers, slowly going on my clit.

“Maybe on fours, Lana?” She smirks at me and I do so, my pussy fully exposed as she spreads out to see how drenched I am. Marina kisses me right on the entrance and I moan, lowering my head against the sheets, my whole body aching and I’m nearly grinding against her beautiful lips. “Looks like you really wanted me, Lana.”

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Disaster 3

Her legs are widely stretched, her breathing awfully heavy and eyes still full of sex, my own jeans feel like second skin and Marina can’t stabilize her breathing as she keeps looking at me. She bites her soft lips and I don’t know how come I’m not grinding against her. She unzips my jeans lower and starts slowly pulling them off. My heart is racing and my underwear is clung onto my pussy, drenched and she traces my entrance with her long fingers, slowly going on my clit.

“Maybe on fours, Lana?” She smirks at me and I do so, my pussy fully exposed as she spreads out to see how drenched I am. Marina kisses me right on the entrance and I moan, lowering my head against the sheets, my whole body aching and I’m nearly grinding against her beautiful lips. “Looks like you really wanted me, Lana.”

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Oct
10
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.

READ MORE LANA DEL REY FANFICTION: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.se/2014/01/disaster.html

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.

READ MORE LANA DEL REY FANFICTION: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.se/2014/01/disaster.html

Oct
7
2014

500

“Why were you watching?” And I quickly look back, grabbing the hand on my shoulder and my body starts shaking as I look at the piercing dark eyes and I watch his plain t-shirt and I wonder how come he’s not cold and I feel his rough fingers and he raises an eyebrow as I give myself no etiquette as I trace between his fingers to feel the webs. And here is the selkie. “They were school boys, I think. Of age, but…”

I drop his hand and I just make my way to the bridge. 

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500

“Why were you watching?” And I quickly look back, grabbing the hand on my shoulder and my body starts shaking as I look at the piercing dark eyes and I watch his plain t-shirt and I wonder how come he’s not cold and I feel his rough fingers and he raises an eyebrow as I give myself no etiquette as I trace between his fingers to feel the webs. And here is the selkie. “They were school boys, I think. Of age, but…”

I drop his hand and I just make my way to the bridge.

READ MORE JAMIE HINCE/JACK WHITE FANFICTION: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.se/2014/10/500.html

Oct
6
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.

 

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Oct
6
2014

Disaster

I had been the one who had dyed her hair blonde as it had started to grow out and I had sulked when she had told me not to redo the roots even if it had looked good, I still felt sad  that she wouldn’t let me touch her hair and apply the dye to her roots as she’d keep glancing at the mirror. She had grown confident with a boy under her arm, yet she always made sure that her phone was turned off, keeping them at a horrid distance and I was happy that I wasn’t on the other end of the turned off phone and I wonder why.

The thoughts started creeping in, those which seem to shimmer during childhood, the clinginess to friends which are long gone and people asking if I were into girls and how my ex-boyfriend had asked me to make out with another girl for pure amusement. 

READ MODE LANA DEL REY/MARINA DIAMANDIS FANFICTION: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.se/2014/01/disaster.html

Disaster

I had been the one who had dyed her hair blonde as it had started to grow out and I had sulked when she had told me not to redo the roots even if it had looked good, I still felt sad that she wouldn’t let me touch her hair and apply the dye to her roots as she’d keep glancing at the mirror. She had grown confident with a boy under her arm, yet she always made sure that her phone was turned off, keeping them at a horrid distance and I was happy that I wasn’t on the other end of the turned off phone and I wonder why.

The thoughts started creeping in, those which seem to shimmer during childhood, the clinginess to friends which are long gone and people asking if I were into girls and how my ex-boyfriend had asked me to make out with another girl for pure amusement.

READ MODE LANA DEL REY/MARINA DIAMANDIS FANFICTION: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.se/2014/01/disaster.html

Oct
6
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.

READ MORE JAMIE HINCE/JACK WHITE FANFICTION: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.se/2014/09/im-waiting-to-greet-you-2.html

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.

READ MORE JAMIE HINCE/JACK WHITE FANFICTION: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.se/2014/09/im-waiting-to-greet-you-2.html

Oct
1
2014

Paper Guns 2
And now I have no one to fucking tell me I should be more feminine, I mean I don’t go around pissing on walls whilst being drunk and then just waving at random passengers, something I had to do with a friend of mine and I just said nothing, drinking more from the alcohol bottle we’d snug out from a party.I think I had told him I was a lesbian and he had asked me if I had fucked Jansen.I asked him if I had to.He just shrugged.
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Paper Guns 2

And now I have no one to fucking tell me I should be more feminine, I mean I don’t go around pissing on walls whilst being drunk and then just waving at random passengers, something I had to do with a friend of mine and I just said nothing, drinking more from the alcohol bottle we’d snug out from a party.

I think I had told him I was a lesbian and he had asked me if I had fucked Jansen.

I asked him if I had to.

He just shrugged.

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Sep
21
2014

Joyce, Joyce

I think one of the most carefree things is when you just observe people on a balcony, there’s a reason why people end up watching soaps with posher people or with people like the rest of us who merely hit rock bottom and manage to hold their safe zone there because solely the world doesn’t manage to accept everyone and the world seems just as fucked up as some religion ideology with no possible explanation on why exactly it’s happening.
You don’t even know who’s gay and who’s not and who should you flick to some other gender just because you’re attracted to men at the moment and it’s more of a Melinda and Melinda moment when you don’t know who is telling your story as you head up the stairs to the said balcony, just up, to simply go to that full table and end up kissing each girl on the cheek as a greeting, their eyes just as lost as when you were pondering from downstairs on the bench.

READ MORE GAY FICTION HERE: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.se/2014/09/joyce-joyce.html

Joyce, Joyce

I think one of the most carefree things is when you just observe people on a balcony, there’s a reason why people end up watching soaps with posher people or with people like the rest of us who merely hit rock bottom and manage to hold their safe zone there because solely the world doesn’t manage to accept everyone and the world seems just as fucked up as some religion ideology with no possible explanation on why exactly it’s happening.
You don’t even know who’s gay and who’s not and who should you flick to some other gender just because you’re attracted to men at the moment and it’s more of a Melinda and Melinda moment when you don’t know who is telling your story as you head up the stairs to the said balcony, just up, to simply go to that full table and end up kissing each girl on the cheek as a greeting, their eyes just as lost as when you were pondering from downstairs on the bench.

READ MORE GAY FICTION HERE: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.se/2014/09/joyce-joyce.html

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