Thinking about the romance of us playing Russian Roulette. Putting our heads together, temple to temple and I put a revolver to my head with a calibre big enough to skullfuck my brains right into yours as our thoughts paint the fucking wall next to us.
I like to think every empty click beforehand has us giggling because of the adrenaline and morbid silliness of it all. We give each other a quick little kiss in between each pull of the trigger before we gently place our faces together again. Quick, wordless "I love you"s as we dance together in front of oblivion.
Even in death we leave together, even if we leave in pieces.

















