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“How could it be held against me to have not asked the question then, as terrified as I was, because it was terrifying to lose hold of my lifeline in my hour of greed, if to want more of this, of him, meant to lose everything?”
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― Verbose
“My own body in flames, sore on account of remaining untouched. My skin ached in its loneliness. I longed to feel his hair against my chest every day; his palms on my ribs, to feel the bottom of his feet go from cold to warm as they borrow from my heat. To tell stories about our young, hungry years. To rub off on one another so much we become indistinguishable by old age. To have the same qualities, the same opinions, to share the same clothes and toiletries and jewelry and lingerie, the same bowel timetable, the same bath water. To disavow ourselves from the rest of society, to be just us in this way, forever. And to show no desire to die; our lust for life unextinguished.”
― Verbose
― Verbose
“We slipped into each other's underwear before winding down. Bodies sprawled on the deck, sun-showering in our little sun puddle. The light glistening on his wet belly. I noticed his light tan. His eyes were shut, which is why I allowed mine to travel.
My own body in flames, sore on account of remaining untouched. My skin ached in its loneliness. I longed to feel his hair against my chest every day; his palms on my ribs, to feel the bottom of his feet go from cold to warm as they borrow from my heat. To tell stories about our young, hungry years. To rub off on one another so much we become indistinguishable by old age. To have the same qualities, the same opinions, to share the same clothes and toiletries and jewelry and lingerie, the same bowel timetable, the same bath water. To disavow ourselves from the rest of society, to be just us in this way, forever. And to show no desire to die; our lust for life unextinguished.”
― Verbose
My own body in flames, sore on account of remaining untouched. My skin ached in its loneliness. I longed to feel his hair against my chest every day; his palms on my ribs, to feel the bottom of his feet go from cold to warm as they borrow from my heat. To tell stories about our young, hungry years. To rub off on one another so much we become indistinguishable by old age. To have the same qualities, the same opinions, to share the same clothes and toiletries and jewelry and lingerie, the same bowel timetable, the same bath water. To disavow ourselves from the rest of society, to be just us in this way, forever. And to show no desire to die; our lust for life unextinguished.”
― Verbose
“I liked seeing all these scantily clad bodies dance and sweat so close to me. My eyes kept wandering around the room, delighted at what they saw. And good; I was already moving on.
Boys wanted to kiss me. Girls wanted to kiss me. And why not?
I found no reason not to let them. Just whetting my appetite.
I'd had no sip of liquor, yet I was drunk and euphoric. I didn't want this night to end, not because I was afraid to go back to my reality and this night brought me solace, but because, and I was convinced, this is what humans were meant to do with their freedom. We were meant to dance and to couple with whoever. And these people understood it. They had congregated here as strangers and left loving one another. Take my clothes, take my money —good riddance! Just let me feel who you are, share your whole life story with the touch of your fingers, your lips, one in the same.”
― Verbose
Boys wanted to kiss me. Girls wanted to kiss me. And why not?
I found no reason not to let them. Just whetting my appetite.
I'd had no sip of liquor, yet I was drunk and euphoric. I didn't want this night to end, not because I was afraid to go back to my reality and this night brought me solace, but because, and I was convinced, this is what humans were meant to do with their freedom. We were meant to dance and to couple with whoever. And these people understood it. They had congregated here as strangers and left loving one another. Take my clothes, take my money —good riddance! Just let me feel who you are, share your whole life story with the touch of your fingers, your lips, one in the same.”
― Verbose
“You wash dishes so you can use them again; you do your laundry to wear it again; you eat your groceries to go to the store again; you go to the dentist so you can chew food again; you study the Bible so you can sin again; you sleep so you can wake up again; you shave and cut your hair to look handsome again; you break your heart so you can love again; you shower so you can have sex again; you watch TV and hope no one you know is on the news again; you pay your bills so you can exist on this planet again; you read a book so you can know what it's like to live a different life again; you get a pet to learn how to be dependable again; you have a kid to teach them how to live your life again; you start a family to have someone mourn you when you don't exist again.
We are bound to mimic each other's lives and to find passions that align with someone else's constitutions. For as long as there are humans on Earth, that will remain unchanging. And you can be content or you can take antidepressants.”
― Verbose
We are bound to mimic each other's lives and to find passions that align with someone else's constitutions. For as long as there are humans on Earth, that will remain unchanging. And you can be content or you can take antidepressants.”
― Verbose
