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[tryppi]

[stoicmike]

The human life span is much too short to figure anything out. – Michael Lipsey

[beetlegeuze]

Home

I could have heard a song one thousand times and think of it differently only when it plays through your speakers.

I watch your lips closely as you speak.

"Play it again, I like that song," you tell me. And so I play it again.

I pay close attention to the way you push me against the wall in your room, where only a sliver of light comes through your half open bedroom door leading to the hallway. Complete silence as you run your hands down my back softly.

I leave my hands on the back of your neck.

"Can we just keep the lights like this for awhile?" I ask as you lead me to your bed.

I watch the silhouette of your strong arms against the wall.

Your veins look like road maps telling me exactly where to go. You thrust hard and then soft, kiss me and then look me dead cold in my eyes.

You are my home.

[beetlegeuze]

Kissing Bottles

You pointed to the bottle as if to cue me to drink it, as we watched cartoons in a daze.

I would take a sip and then pass it to you.

I can remember that kissing that bottle felt a lot like kissing you.

It stung and tasted a lot like poison, but I kept coming back for more.

[beetlegeuze]

Drunk Days

We live in cigarette smoke and shadows and uncontrollable laughter; in music, and in the way the wood floor creaks and shakes the whole house even when you walk lightly on it.

We live in cold basement walls and staircases lined with blue neon lights.

We live in confusion and my fingers pressing into your skin and the way you would wrap all of yourself around me while I fucked you.

We live in the dirty moments followed by the sweet ones where you would kiss my forehead and I could feel your warm body slide up against me in the middle of the night.

The most I remember of those days was bundling up in layers and walking outside through snow up to our knees just to get to Williamson road under the setting sun just so we could get a pack of cigarettes.

The sky was dark blue and it reminded me a lot of your eyes.

I remember waking up to the sound of guitars upstairs and the way you nodded your head and lost yourself in the melody of your own music.

I would watch your fingers-- the way they would pluck the cords and slide over the instrument so effortlessly.

And you look at me from across the room and for a moment, I'm at a loss for words

so I just smile.

[beetlegeuze]

Electric Boy

Your skin smells like summer camp,

it lingers on me like chlorine from a pool in July.

Your laughter radiates through your bones like electricity.

I used to tell them all about you-- the boy with the bright eyes that seem to smile before a smile can form on his lips.

I am crazy, all in the best ways and all for you.

I identify as what you call me when I am between the sheets with you.

Your little girl, your little slut, your whore.

All for you.

Lightening, lightening, you are bolts of lightening.

And I'm afraid you've struck something in me because I am on fire for you, darling.

[beetlegeuze]

Him

Loving him was like a warm gust of wind during the summer, blowing your hair back and whispering past your ears.

It was like apple orchards and abandoned shacks,

crisp white sheets stained crimson red by a nose bleed,

the carpet burn on my knees,

the lights, camera, action.

The flash, the flame.

Loving him was like broken glass digging into the soles of your feet,

like clenched fists and bruised bones,

hot breath and dialated eyes.

Loving him was like acid settling into my spine.

Loving him was a breath of fresh air that turned into lung cancer.

[beetlegeuze]

People You Meet At The Wrong Time

I was fifteen when you were sixteen, I knew you were trouble and that's what I liked about you.

My mother would hate it.. but we always got away with doing bad things.

Sneaking alcohol and stumbling down traintracks.

Tell me why I couldn't know you now? You don't exist in my world anymore.. your cashmere skin and eyes the color of some burnt thing. But yet so alive.

We would ride around in your mother's car, smoking pot like we shouldn't be..

Out after midnight like we shouldn't be...

having sex.. like we shouldn't be.

But we didn't care because as long as it feels right, do it, eh?

And oh did it feel right. I think you'll always be a memory to me.

One of the best memories.

The only memory I need, the only memory I have of you is warm summer thunderstorms and mischief. What did we know?

We were only in tenth grade... but like my mother says,

"you think you have it all figured out".

Maybe we did.

[beetlegeuze]

Touch me, feel me

[lucidwitchery]

[just-shower-thoughts]

Anyone remember that part in 2016 when clowns would chase and knife people in the streets and noone did anything about it

[bolimakura69]

[lasplayaslasmontanas]

Drove to Idaho and hiked a few miles to marinate in the most beautiful natural hot springs I’ve ever laid eyes on. The amount of time I plan to spend here…Oooh man

[weltschmerz]

[toastbutteregg]

this is me all the time to my friends!!!

[sleepin]

[sweet-thoughtt]

[BIRDS SINGING]