#yeah this.

[dreamyeyedrose]

[edgydadster]

i looked into a mirror and saw a toothbrush of a man with a big titty goth girlfriend in my reflection is that normal

[sludgesoup-archive]

[bestofyosuke]

So I've got my playlist playing while I write the rest of this, and;

"I got that soup I love", goddammit, my mind is making me hear misheard lyrics again--

[sgtbarnacle-archive-blog]

What is it about Steve that you like?

Oh man, anon, this is a difficult question to pin an answer to. It really, really depends on context, on ‘verse, and what exact Steve you’re talking about. I’ll try to do a general overarcing answer for you, but I might delve into this in more detail later, if I get the time.

Ever since they first met, James was captivated by Steve’s stubbornness and the outright goodness in him. It’s like a beacon. He’s strong, stronger than anyone James has ever met, and brilliantly good. Steve is also extremely intelligent and creative, not just in an artistic sense. He sees the world in a different light than other people, and illuminates it. Sometimes that illumination touches the shadows, but Steve is a healer, a fix-it kind of guy, so even in the darkest places he finds good and does his best to draw it out.

To James, Steve has always been beautiful, physically and mentally. Pretty much no matter how you frame it, he does love him - it just depends on circumstance how that manifests.

[benshim]

Thus, in the contact between urine and Jesus in Piss Christ we instinctively judge the negative to be stronger than the positive. Thus the shock. Thus the blasphemy. But the real blasphemy just might be this: That we think urine is stronger than Christ. That we instinctively--and blasphemously--believe that the defilement of our lives is the strongest force in the universe. Stronger even than God. It never occurs to us that Christ is stronger than the "piss" of our lives.

[johnnynemo]

The people I know in my dreams. pt 2. A conversation with a thought.

It was a starry night in what seemed like a cold late december. We were sitting on the hood of your car watching snow fall and she grabbed my arm and the conversation started. It was about something stupid, like what we were going to do when I finally grew up, how things would change. She asked me what I wanted to be when I got older, and I said too many things, really I don't have much of a clue what I want to do explicitly, but I have alot of things that I want to do at some point.

" well, what do you want?" She said wide eyed, her voice shaky with a tinge of excitement, I knew she was actually interested and not just looking for a random conversation starter, that's why I was honest.

"I want things that I can't really achieve, there either physically impossible or completely out of reach given my current situation. I want to dig up the bones of the past until I've built my own mortuary of history, the history we were never fortunate enough to be told firsthand. I want to be apart of history in some way, make some kind of impact good or bad, I don't care if I'm regarded as a hero, or my name lives on in infamy behind closed doors and coffee shops, I just want to be remembered. I want to write something so beautiful that it changes someones life in some way, I want to save someone. I want to travel the world playing music for people I'll never see again, and play small shows for the people closest to me so they always know how much I love them. I want to be some aging philosopher that crashes into old age and dies in a hail of drugs and fire. Most of all though, I just want to make everyone okay. That's not too much to ask right?"

" Of course not, but you already do. You've made everyone's lives better in some way, we all have, that's the nature of humanity. It's the beauty of everything, were here for such a short time but our stories live on forever in some way, to make people smile and laugh and forget there problems, people you might never even see. You especially, you're one of the best of us, and I know whatever you decide to do it will be amazing, just let the wind pick you up and bring you wherever you may go."

With this she writes her name in the snow and watches as the wind covers it up, leaving a small imprint where it once was. We both start shivering and I put my hoodie around her shoulders as she leans into me, her shoulder lodged into the side of my rib cage caressing my heart.The conversation picks up again, as I begin to speak.

" What are you gonna do? Like when this is over."

" Well I'm hoping it won't end at all, but what I want to do some day is take all the leaves from a tree and make something beautiful out of them, and preserve it in a glass frame so that no matter what season it is I'll always have autumn somewhere with me. I want to go to France and Ireland and see what you've been going on about, I'll bring back some pictures for you. I want to have a beautiful home somewhere in the middle of nowhere where no one will come visit me except you, and me and jack will have a beautiful life together. That's what I want most, to be happy with him and to marry him, everyone wants to be happy right?"

" Yeah, definitely, and I know you will. He's an amazing guy, I should know. You just have to see past everything to notice it, and I think you do. I'm really happy for you guys, and I know I'll be there for whatever happens. I'm really glad you guys were here."

" I'm really glad you're here too, I know I'd be nowhere without you, neither me or jack would be, you made us. You're amazing.

" Well I'm so glad I met you guys, you're amazing too. Thanks for everything really."

I smiled and closed my eyes and it was gone, shooting into the sands of time, waiting for another night to revisit it.