gendersmoothie

Connecting the freckles on your shoulder, like stars in the sky, i think that maybe i can understand the universe, and that maybe i can learn to traverse the fields of star crossed lovers. But, darling, I’ve never been good at directions, and i keep getting lost in the constellations of your skin i am a spaceman jettisoned from his ship; bring me back home, or allow my falling.

There are too many nights when they can't sleep, won't sleep, and shouldn't sleep. Sleep deprivation is a form of torture, you know, and they're doing it to themselves more often than they do it to each other. They didn’t sleep for a week once, went insane and chewed on their fingers until blood was hot and coppery on their tongues. Every second is survivor's guilt. One of them is too fragile, hiding behind empty bourbon bottles and loud cars. His leather jacket smells of blood and oil, and it reminds him of home before it burnt down. He hopes that if he could just get to sleep, just close his eyes for more than a moment, he