lilacsandglitter
I love the grey crew neck shirt he wears, and how he always seems to smell like warm cotton. His eyes tell me everything and the way his shoulders move under his gray crew neck shirt have me wishing I'd never have to say a word. But it's all to late for that now. I don't love him and all I have is that grey crew neck shirt.
I think Ke$ha has a lot of merit as a celebrity. She's undeniably unique, and her product is entertaining. Her outward rauch isn't whatakes her rate, rather it's who she professes to be, and that is, her unclassy, unmistakable, unimpressive, undeniably adorable self. "D I N O S A you are a dinasouar an O L D M A N you're just and old man hittin' on me what?! You need a catscan"
Buzzing, glowing, humming, shining, singing, lighting all in a single space. I am entranced, my eyelids are heavy and I cannot think. Fluorescent. You are simpley fluorescent.
Like a deadbolt, we're locked in place. I try to loosen the latch, but the more I pull the deeper it seems to sink in. I can't get to you and you can't get to me. We're stuck here and I've loved you for three years, missed you now for three months. Deadbolt. Heavy and condemning. Eternal. I'll never forget you, and never forgive this door.
Strong and cold and larger than life. Its how our world at present came to be. But we are god here. We use the iron for our purposes, mold it to suite our needs. It is a cold life, but not one without love. For here, we see a love of self, a love of power, and love of potential. This is who we've become. This is what I love. Iron.