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Some great Chloe & Max cosplay:

Max Caulfield - Transparentfawn Chloe Price - Erin

Photography by Sarah Hall Photography

stricatul

"A$$ or tits?" Nah bro

imagine her running to you

with her arms open cause

she's happy to see you

O, lume cruda.

O, lume cruda, cea pe care am vazut.

Spune-mi te rog, prin vocile celor din jur,

Cu ce-am gresit asa de tare si ce am facut

De am spini in suflet, de flori cu venin pur.

Pe cine am crezut si n-ar fi trebuit?

Pe cine am lasat care m-ar fi dorit?

Cine s-a aparat de mine si cine m-a ranit?

Cine mi-a spus adevarul si cine m-a mintit?

De ce vad lacrimi tulburi, cand tot in jur e viu,

Cum de traiesc in frica cand totul e senin?

Spune-mi tu doamne, care mi-ai dat sa fiu,

De ce e voia buna otrava si un chin?

Cand mi-amintesc de bine, din vieti care n-au fost,

Ma uit ca un copoi dupa acele vremi,

Si vad ca m-am trezit din visul fara rost,

Nu mai stiu ce sa fac, nu stiu decat sa gem.

Mi-am purtat inima la gat, fara s-o-ascund,

Si coltii sangerii ai lumii-n care am trait

Cate-o bucata au luat, si cei ce rau n-au vrut

Nu puteau sa sufere, asa ca s-au ferit.

Cu cine m-aliez acuma, cu cine ma unesc?

Cine sa-mi fie frate? Pe cine sa iubesc?

Cruzimea n-are capat, ca-s tot inlantuit.

Dar adevarul spunea ca-l rupe negresit.

Si tot mi-e dor de ce-am stiut si tot ma vestejesc,

Si pura nebunie, dar un lucru e sigur,

Prefer sa ma intorc acolo unde doare, acolo sa jelesc,

Decat sa raman liber, dar sa raman tot singur.

#poetry #romanian #loneliness #pain

I have this weird fantasy

of having a girlfriend who will sneak at the door or behind a wall, look at what I’m doing and not say a thing. And smile.

#fantasy #love #relationship

grimelords

There’s six guys who live in this flat and all they do all day is play WoW and watch movies. Waking up at 2pm every day and there’s always just someone asleep on the bed near all the multimonitor computer setups. There’s always music playing and it feels like a recovery day every day, padding around blearily in pyjamas or underwear. Old hoodies from defunct school teams. They’ve got this system where they’re selling their excess computing power to companies and hosting all this warez, and they’re stealing the internet from the business next door anyway and getting welfare on top of all that. They’re self sufficient and never go outdoors except to buy more fast food, and even then only in the dark. But then one of them wakes up dead some heavy afternoon. He’s just dead and they don’t know why but maybe the floor covered in fast food wrappings is a clue. They don’t want to tell the cops because of the purgatory den they live in and the illegality that supports it, and as far as they know he never had any actual parents. So it’s trouble. It’s taking a long trip out to the forest and thinking about how stars are so far away for the first time in a long time. It’s sweating in the cold air and digging a hole all night with your brand new shovels to leave him alone in. And it’s a long few days cracking all his passwords to keep his identity and associated payments persisting. Until the rhythm of waking up every day at 2pm to play WoW for nine hours and half watch a movie on your other monitor takes over again. It’s the same as it ever was except now there’s a room no one ever goes in.