A reverie inebriation.

A reverie inebriation.

Far off lands connected by heart strings and ethernet cables.

"I took off my 9 to 5
but you still don’t have the time to kiss me, just hit me.
And if I left you all alone,
would you still pick up the phone?
It’s iffy, ya miss me?"
-III. Telegraph Ave. (Oakland) - Childish Gambino and Loyd (via iamyouareme)

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 gallivantingwithherself)

(Source: nekomarie)