You are beautiful like demolition. Just the thought of you draws my knuckles white. I don’t need a god. I have you and your beautiful mouth, your hands holding onto me, the nails leaving unfelt wounds, your hot breath on my neck. The taste of your saliva. The darkness is ours. The nights belong to us. Everything we do is secret. Nothing we do will ever be understood; we will be feared and kept well away from. It will be the stuff of legend, endless discussion and limitless inspiration for the brave of heart. It’s you and me in this room, on this floor. Beyond life, beyond morality. We are gleaming animals painted in moonlit sweat glow. Our eyes turn to jewels and everything we do is an example of spontaneous perfection. I have been waiting all my life to be with you. My heart slams against my ribs when I think of the slaughtered nights I spent all over the world waiting to feel your touch. The time I annihilated while I waited like a man doing a life sentence. Now you’re here and everything we touch explodes, bursts into bloom or burns to ash. History atomizes and negates itself with our every shared breath. I need you like life needs life. I want you bad like a natural disaster. You are all I see. You are the only one I want to know.
Henry Rollins (via kabinessence)
Heyo
hi! 🙂
1. First impression: “someone who takes writing and TV as seriously as I do? count me in.”
2. Truth is: you’re someone I could tell anything to.
3. How old do you look: like a 20-something from the 20s.
4. Have you ever made me laugh: enough that I smile when I see a text from you. and, there was on particular time I can remember where you made me laugh out loud in an empty car.
5. Have you ever made me mad: only for being too hard on yourself.
6. Best feature: genuine understanding, and you have beautiful eyes.
7. Have I ever had a crush on you: in another reality, we’re definitely girlfriends.
8. You’re my: hearttwin.
9. Name in my phone: Teh Jez.
10. Should you post this too? already did!
To Truth
The more we try to nail down the concept of god, the further we stray from truth. God is a concept, an idea limited to the scope of imagination He, she, it, they—it’s all made up of a peculiar collection of human expectations. Every religion has its own behaviors and quote-unquote moralities to vilify. American Christians see the poor as people to be helped up, to be dragged out of their vulnerability and into a protective shell of self-help. In other cultures, the poor are sacred, or at least elevated to the same level as their well-off peers; their vulnerability is in a sense rewarded rather than maligned. To summarize the deadly power of religion: the more we say, “this is who you should be,” through dogma and social pressure, the less we are true to who—and what—we are.
I started reading a book my mom gave me about Christianity and, uhhh…this happened.
IT IS SO TERRIBLE. Tho’ I could so hook him up if he’s genuinely curious (tragedy of MLP fandom = tragedy of furry fandom: most of the best artists do pronz).
I think he’s more fascinated than truly curious, although he keeps threatening to go home, open a bottle of wine, and drink it while he sates his curiosity. if he does end up wanting to see real quality stuff I’ll hit you up for reccs. 🙂
