♡ CRYSTAL CASTLES ♡ 

Temple, Torture, Flair part 29 dedicated to the muses

for xavi, director is getting restless. i can feel the rolling credits. like hills glazing over my eyes. ...i love you... i can’t believe it’s been 3 years. actually i can. it’s been long. fuck...i mean i’ll probably talk to you as you’re reading this. director is getting restless. you think Simplicity hates this? hates us? hates you? not to put a damper on the mood. but he/she/they never smile(s) in your arms. and it’s getting harder for me to do the same. ...have the temple and the torture but forgot the flair. ...i gotta get some air.

i’m back. xavi...where have you been? you’re not walking... i don’t want to know the answer. but i don’t want to backspace delete the sentence and haven’t i paid my penance??? ...but you don’t want to talk. rather watch Simplicity draw scribbles (the multiverse) on the fucking sidewalk with chalk:

cause that’s how he/she/they see(s). he/she/they see(s) like you. ...why did you stop coming to bed at night? and this note isn’t meant to start a fight. been married for 3 years. been parents for almost 3 years. please come back to bed at night. i’ll leave on the light...the one in the hall. the credits are coming. don’t make me watch our credits                                                      alone