sammy

you love me, don't you? what? you love me? where is this going? just answer the question. well, of course i do. you're my, uh-- no. no caveats. stick with the emotion. where do you feel it? hmm? your love for me. where do you feel it? is it here? listen, ruben, i am not sure what this is all about. just answer the question. i suppose love is most felt in the heart, right? no, fuck that fucking mug response. answer as you. i want to know where niall kennedy feels it. i feel it everywhere. everywhere? yeah, it sort of runs through me in a way. describe it. i can't! i can't describe it! yes, you fucking can! mr. fucking poet laureate, or whatever the fuck it is you've won, your job is putting shit into words. so come on. spell it out for me. clearly. in a way i can understand. it's like... dangerous. oh, yeah? it is the best and the worst thing all at once. it's like the only thing. it's the only thing i've ever felt. it's like i'm fucking... high off of you or something. chemically dependent. i don't know.

june 1. it begins

when the abusive incestuous brotherly love show is intense as fuck and weird as fuck