musings of a poorly cast malcontent

“I wish that we could talk about it,
But there, that’s the problem.
With someone new I couldn’t start it,
Too late, for beginnings.
The little things that made me nervous,
Are gone, in a moment.
I miss the way we used to argue,
Locked, in your basement.”

– Someone Great - LCD Soundsystem

well-become-silhouettes:

“if i wanted to fuck you

i would wake up buried in your collarbones
i would sit on the edge of my bed
spine ridges arched pointing directly into my closet of skeletons

if i wanted to fuck you
i would make home in your lap 
undress you like your mother did 
kissing your rib cage wishing i could sink into every inch of you 

if i wanted to fuck you
i would bite holes through your neck into your throat i would unbury you like a corpse 
i would give you reason to breathe if 

i wanted to fuck you
i would glide myself like sound waves bouncing off of you make you memorize my name like i was born for you to whimper it

if i wanted to fuck you
there would be miles of shredded skin
there would be scars on your back where for once in my life i wanted someone to be
that
close

but if i wanted to make love to you 
i would buy you a train ticket 
i would sound proof my room
i would border up my windows
if i wanted to make love to you
you should be nothing less than terrified”