MOTHERFUCKING MESSIAH !

a cocktail napkin e p i t a p h ; some psycho babel telegram -- message written in the sand, the TIDE rolls in . SWEAR you'll do the opposite of all those tangled hypocrites , who say that the experiment has F A I L E D . ( you're getting NOWHERE ! )

[zaviers]

ISRAEL

“Hey careful, they might write a sour article about you for saying that shit.” she laughed. Though Israel doubted anyone even noticed their conversation. The director’s mansion was so damn big— this was where any and all sound came to die. “So what then, cater waiter?” she joked, a goofy smile spread across her face.

xavier shrugs , running a hand through his unwashed hair. ❝ at least it’d be TRUE. ❞ he turns away from the crowd & leans against a table , chin up & head cocked. heavy - lidded eyes examine the blonde before him , stretching out an uncomfortably long pause before he replies. ❝ baby , i’m the STAR. who are YOU ? ❞

[zaviers]

THE BASS of whatever top - 40 song currently playing is deafening ; drowning out all of the insipid conversations taking place in saintgnue’s mcmansion. xavier closes his eyes , savoring the dull thunder ; the way it blunts all other senses & halts all thoughts. it’s like FLOATING : nothing feels real. he’s sprawled out on a chaise - lounge — after somehow making it through the VULTURES. white - hot flashes are still imprinted on his irises , the smell of desperation clinging to his tux jacket , rank & unmistakable. 

it’s a shame that his first foray into “ stardom ” is so . . . boring. 

there’s movement beside him , a swish of fabric & footsteps on the marble floor. not bothering to look , xavier stretches out a hand to get their attention.

❝ YO , ❞ one syllable , drawn out & lazy. ❝ get me a drink , will ya ? ❞

[zaviers]

ISRAEL

“I… gotta say, I’m a little overwhelmed.” Israel laughed, resisting the urge to look back at the cameras she’d just left. “I was expecting like, a cocktail and a few high fives. But that–” she jabbed her thumb over her shoulder, “that was a full on entrance interview.” Smoothing her hair down, Israel took a few steps farther into the residence, pushing an awestruck sigh passed her lips. “Wow I mean… God, hi. I’m Israel. – Are you like, a journalist or something?”

long eyelashes flutter , a look of soft , intoxicated confusion on xavier’s face. he’d been watching the colorful array of skin - tight satin & pressed linen as it fought through the mob of flashing lights. too late he noticed one of said figures was speaking — to HIM.

❝ journalist ? ❞ casual disgust mars his features , but only for a moment. ❝ do i LOOK like one of those pathetic fuckers , to you ? ❞

[zaviers]

GREETINGS im bunny ! 22 , she+her , pst , proud mama of my lil grease fire , xavier. v v v excited to be here & to meet all of u & ur muses !! 

everything important is on a page HERE ; it’s a mess. half - nonsense half - prose maybe ?? idk. possible connections HERE , but im totally down 4 brainstorming or just going off #chemistry. :^)

WHATEVER U WANNA DO but if u just wanna chat and b friends hmu !!!!!! im so excited !!!!

[justinbiebergifs]

[22x10]

[jppppppppppp]

[princebiebers]

[anywaystanbts]

[katsmoving]

he is not just the light of my life, he is my only light, and i need him as much as i know the moon needs the sun in order to shine.

for without him i would be lost in the shadows of faded stars and lonely nights // k.s. 

[justinbiebergifs]

[gal-wonder]

[gal-wonder]

[stratfordboy]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

But I’m lazy and self-destructive.

Susan Sontag, from Reborn: Journals & Notebooks (1947-1963)

[mujaya]

Is there a Heaven? by Fred.Z. on Flickr.

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