Have you ever encountered a thing so precious that if you could not possess it, sheer madness required that you forced it to perish from this very existence?
You give me no fever. That, you must understand, is the difficult part. You give me no fever — I do not dream of the sinuous curves of your legs twining about mine
Geld me, clip my tail Slay me with a quick cuff behind my ear And a knife to the kidneys Remove me from your reality Most violently and completely Loose me from this mortal plane Leave no evidence of either my Departure or existence
There exists this strange dichotomy between living in a world that tells you: live your passion; be brave!; don’t hold back; be open and honest; the heart wants what the heart wants; just do it (just do it) justdoitjustdoitjustdoit– And then, in the next breath, you are punished for that.
I refuse, with as little restraint as one may have, and with a fervor that borders on extremist religiosity, to live the rest of my life with as much fear, anger, and insecurity, that I have lived the first part of it. I will not go through life distrusting other people; I will not go … Continue reading
I become universes in your arms
She gives me sweaty palms. I met her, randomly, at a party
If no one ever hears the stories again, did they really happen?
The first sensation you have upon waking is pressure. No, wait, that’s not right. It’s more than just pressure; it’s The Pressure. And sometimes, you can’t even breathe.