justice [for all]

well

❝ i do not want romance… i just want a big sword ❞

❝ me caring is a publicity stunt ❞

❝ im not a people pleaser anymore im a huge cunt now ❞

❝ an apple a day keeps anyone away if you throw it hard enough ❞

❝ some of you need to be told to shut the fuck up more. not me tho im super funny and my tits are fucking massive ❞

❝ do you ever eat popcorn out of the palm of your own hand with such ardent desperation that you feel like both a wild horse and the gentle schoolgirl feeding it treats to gain its affection ❞

❝ when i was in therapy i once expressed to my therapist that i really struggle with having pretty much zero idea of who i am as a person + she whipped out a piece of paper and suggested that we write down different aspects of myself. and i had no idea what to say bc ‘myself’ is a concept i’m not very familiar with so she started saying about my interests and how that’s a part of me + i was like okay!! that makes sense!! so she clicked her pen and was like “you said you like video games before” and i was like sure bud :) and watched her write down, in capital letters ‘GAMER’ and i’ve never had so much terror struck into my h ❞

❝ yeah this is my character cool josé. he’s like normal josé except he didn’t fail his driving test three Times ❞

❝ “what are you gonna do, cry about it?” yes . the fuck ❞

❝ a cute girl told me she has lots of plants in her house and i told her, for some fucking reason “damn the oxygen at your place must be mad crisp” and somehow still got her number so. chase your dreams. nothing is impossible apparently ❞

❝ *don’t stop me now by queen plays as i lay bleeding to death in walmart* ❞

❝ i love when men are scared to talk to me like yes dont fucking talk to me bitch!! ❞

❝ if you ever disrespected me and i was calm bout it.. don’t trust me ❞

❝ “first one always goes to blathers” i say as i hand my new born child to the owl ❞

❝ no your honor i absolutely can make my case like an adult. first things first, fuck the defendant and fuck his family too. secondly, ❞

❝ its just me and my gay little iced coffee against the fucking world ❞

❝ ‘gays cant cook’ then what the FUCK was remy fighting for in ratatouille ? ❞

❝ gender is a performance and im doing improv comedy ❞

❝ getting fake asked out in middle school is really a whole other form of trauma ❞

❝ do you ever associate the word “girlfriend” with wlw so much that you forget straight boys have girlfriends ❞

❝ *has video game open* hm i dont feel like playing this right now actually *closes it* man i wish i was playing video game right now *opens it again* hm i dont feel like like playing this right now actually *closes it ❞

❝ when i was young i used to think having interests was important. now as an adult i see there was no need for me to ever develop a personality. feeling a little betrayed, but not sure by whom. ❞

❝ he’s not baby he’s like 25 years old & doesn’t know how to clean the sink ❞

❝ this is all because i never experienced the triumphs and defeats the epic highs and lows of high school football ❞

❝ well well well. if it isn’t my old friend, the dawning realization that i fucked up real bad ❞

❝ idont have any talent. i like to look at grass and i dont have other hobbies. when people ask me how im doing i ignore the question ❞

❝ i only set you on fire a little bit. grow up. ❞

❝ i hate this place i want to go to build a bear ❞

richard siken poetry  { accepting } ; “Sorry about the blood in your mouth.” For a hacker husband from a not v. sorry hacker husband

teeth gnash and split lip interlaces BLOOD / SPIT.  body pressed back by the brunt of Reg’s antics, chest to chest while Jay counted their steps — .  shoulders rolling with his finite step back before nimble fingers wretch his husband ‘round.  hands snatching at playful wrists to pin them overhead as lips rejoined.

something downright PREDATORY in the smile he offered into the kiss til they pulled apart.  tongue gliding over teeth and painting them a lovely red as the BASS HIT - !  lights overhead, still half strung and bars yet unaligned ( swing, swing, swinging ) beginning to STROBE.

one hand pinning wrists as bloodied lips / teeth pressed soft the corner of Reg’s lips trailing lipstick red along the line of chin and down the ley lines of his THROAT.  bodies pressed together and leaving Jay wanting more, knee pressing forward to part legs.  [ WARNING : LIKELIHOOD OF A GOATY SHIRT? HIGH ]  nipping and sucking half-assed line of a metaphorical collar ‘round.

“sorry about the blood in your mouth.”  spoken with an all too endearing lack of sincerity.  LAUGHTER spilling soon after with a squirm.