exquisite lunacy

Chris Wood photographed by John Tsiavis.

 (- Based of askboxmemes’s post.)

she felt panic welling up in her chest, threatening to reveal itself on her face. yves urged herself to stay calm and inched closer to the dark-haired male. she could feel the heat bouncing off the flames that lapped at his arms. “try,” she started, voice shaking, “try thinking about it. think about what you want to happen.” yves met his gaze and nodded him on, trying to look reassuring but finding that his expression simply mirrored her own fear. it occurred to her this is the first time she had ever seen him this afraid.  

he finds it increasingly harder to breathe as the seconds start feeling minutes, minutes start feeling like hours, and this moment appears as if it’s lasting more than anything in the world. almost as though they’re stuck in time, in a loophole or sorts, unable to escape. at least that’s how blake feels       TRAPPED, like he’s about to sink and drown. which is ironic in its own twisted way considering his hand is on fire and we all know what water does to flames. "h-how... try what?” what leaves his lips is automatic for he can’t bring himself to process anything surrounding. “i-i want it stop. i want it to stop right now. yves, i’m... i-i’m so fucking SCARED.” said emotion that’s clearly visible on his features. in fact, it’s everything you can see in his eyes besides the reflex of the bright flare coming from his palm. 

     ‘ do you ever look at the sky && just wonder ? wonder about it all && whether it makes sense && what’s the use of drinking coffee && smoking cigarettes && whether we all should just start living like alaska young, y’know, live to die instead of live to live && it fucks with your head so much that you just start to question your entire existence ? because i think that’s what i’m doing right now. ‘

           ‘ just S T O P thinking, then. there’s no point worrying about things you can’t control, like death and donald trump running for president. i, myself, would like to think i live to and for myself. i know i’m gonna die so what’s the point in constantly thinking when that day is gonna come? just do the things that make you happy, make sure you don’t leave anything unsaid and never go to sleep upset... that’s what my mom’s always told me. ’

“ alright, calm down. you have every right to be pissed but can we please do it another day ? i have a lot of bullshit to deal with just like you did, for example — supporting a goddamn baby. ” he drunkenly blurted. any other day he would do anything to apologize. but today he was too drunk to care. daniel didn’t minded the words that came out of his mouth, and he was positive he’ll regret this night in the morning. “ my car is VERY important for your information. i worked my ass off for this damn stupid car. ”    

“i’m C A L M, just lacking the patience to listen to you talking, that’s all. or to deal with you altogether, actually. don’t bring penny’s fucking baby into this.” how twisted is fate that it had to throw daniel blake’s way when the male wanted nothing more but to go to his favorite bar, get a drink and enjoy it by himself. alone, undisturbed. if this isn’t hell on earth, he doesn’t know what is. "it’s important to you and, as we’ve seen in the past, you have a poor importance detector. now, if you will... just the fuck up and let me enjoy my drink in silence.” 

she narrowed her eyes and straightened her posture to seem taller than the mere 5′5″ she was. sure she’d put the words in his mouth, but she hadn’t expected him to A G R E E with her! where were the manners in this city? “ who the hell are ( you ) to say that there ain’t a god or someone pullin’ the strings ? ” she wasn’t sure why she was so personally offended by his words, but she couldn’t help the venom rushing through her veins. “ where do you get off on pretendin’ like your beliefs are the only ones that matter ? ”

he knew it was coming, he was just awaiting the moment with figuratively crossed fingers. you see , thing is, these two can never spend longer than five minutes without bickering, without wanting to rip each others clothes throats off. they’re TOXIC       they crash and yet pull like two magnets. it’s quite a dangerous combination, if you’d ask me, but neither of them seem too concerned about it. “ who the hell are Y O U to say there is? just because half the world believes one thing it doesn’t mean it’s true and i guess i assumed you’d be smart enough to acknowledge this      clearly i was wrong. ” the male crosses his arms over his chest, in quite the supercilious manner, afore proceeding. “ ask any not religion driven person, someone REASONABLE, whether or not my beliefs are incorrect and then get back at me. and i’m not claiming they’re the ones that matter but they sure are the only ones that make sense. i’m sorry if i don’t base my life choices on some supernatural god that might or might not fucking exist. ”

     “ look how pretty !! ”

               “ i don’t condone this reckless behavior, rosie, but i’d actually pay to see you burn you whole hair off. ” you can definitely tell blake has had one too many of something he can’t bring himself to remember. at one point, the lines between what was ‘just a drink’ and ‘i want to get shitfaced’ blurred out completely, leaving the male in a well past intoxicated state. it’s not like he’s too worried about it either, though       he needed a BREAK from all the things that have been clouding his judgment and perturbing his thoughts for longer than he can fathom, no matter whether it was legal or not so much.                 “ you’re right... it is.”