i'll break it to you easy, this is hell
@ofundcrworlds
he reminds me..... of a worn-out leather jacket with the pockets zipper up. The aftertaste of a sip of whiskey, neat. Long legs and dresses short enough for hands to wander. New faces in your bed and new bodies to mark as yours. Control and power and ambition in the highest sense. The feeling of being in charge. The desire to hear someone beg. Power-trips and inferiority-complexes. Not being wanted and having to prove that you’re better than the rest of them, anyway. Working ten times harder to show you don’t need anyone. The taste of cigarette smoke and nicotine in your longs. Lolitas and desire, nymphets and youth. Wisdom beyond your years. Physical touch. Reminding yourself that you are fucking worth ten times more than anyone else. Getting lost in a crowd. The way your head spins when you’ve had too much to drink and you’re too numb to care. Shutting your heart down and using your head instead. Perfectly tailored suits. All black everything. Chelsea boots and a cross necklace. Being God’s favorite. Moving both heaven and earth for the small family you made for yourself. Selfless motives, but selfish actions. Holding people at arm’s length. Gray cigarette smoke and the earthy scent of marijuana filling your lungs. Thinking it’s easier to forget. Caring for someone else because no one cared about you. Ink against your collarbones and knuckles. Holding the waist of a delicate girl. Gleaming watches and foreign cars. Wealth in every essence. The quiet of anger. The silence of a storm. Running away from the monsters in the dark. Locking your heart and throwing the key into the ocean. A little black book with the pages inked out--because none of them mattered anyway. Expensive cologne mingled with cigarettes and whiskey.
