Liberty Bond - Rayrard by falloutloveandhim, literature
Literature
Liberty Bond - Rayrard
Gerard knew well enough he should forget about Raymond Toro. He knew it wasn't healthy or safe for him to spend so much time secretly longing for simple words in return from him.
There wasn't much he could do since the war, though.
Most men his age had been draftedgone for a while by now. Since Gerard had been in college when the draft took place, he was exempt.
But the same could not be done for Raymond.
Ray was an automobile mechanic who worked in a bodyshop adjacent to Gerard's house. Gerard wasn't a car person at the timein fact, he still isn'tso they quickly became friends once Ray started seeing Gerard once, someti
“I want to be interred after I die,” Mr. Peters said. He made that clear to his family while he was still lucid, before old age and illness rendered him unintelligible. Seventy wasn’t that old, but he recognized the symptoms that were creeping up on his ailing body – the aches, the fatigue, the feeling of helplessness and despair. Despite his daughter’s attempts to assuage his concerns, he sensed his own mortality.
The worst part about dying, Mr. Peters thought, was what happened afterwards. Even since he was a small boy, he had been afraid of fire. He could never forget the scorching heat of the orange fla
Suicide is Pretty Interesting, I Guess by HeartsNeverBreak, literature
Literature
Suicide is Pretty Interesting, I Guess
The flesh on the sole of her naked foot tore when she stepped over the plastic part of some human necessity left as a fatal present for an unlucky bird's digestive track. However, her moon eyes did not blink and she didn't pause to inspect the injury. It was if that moment had never happened.
And had it? She didn't seem to notice, and on the roof of a long abandoned building, neither did anyone else. The coroner mightand that, perhaps, is evidence that such an event transpiredbut even he, when he went to the bar that night, would replace the thought of that insignificant mark with thoughts of those pretty naked girls on the pole.
Vampires Will Never Hurt You by BadBloodKilljoy, literature
Literature
Vampires Will Never Hurt You
I still remember the night I saw them for the first time. Their cold eyes, their black suits, their white teeth. Their mocking smiles.
Back then everybody used to tell me they're not going to hurt me. But even then I knew how wrong they were
It was one of the coldest nights of the year. The month was December, Christmas was coming. The cold hand of the wind had torn the clouds, covering everything with soft white moonlight, making the snow shine like silver. I was staring through the window, watching them. I knew what they were.
They were vampires.
"And if they get me and the sun goes down into the ground ?", I
I am consumed by a love concocted of carnivals, carousels, and the color green.
My heart beats to the sound of the circus but if I were a lion, you could not tame me.
I want to be wild and free with you, feel you, feel your thoroughbred horse skin over muscle,
then muscle against bone until we are running with our backs to the neon lights,
moving through time in a space of supernovas,
completely unbridled movement of hips and hooves and heavenly angels,
then it's your firefly wings burning through me like a Saturday night fever
and I'm sweltering under your touch,
but my love for you is strange
because as you hold me with empty arm
In a dark alley
Surrounded by the street lights
You took your turning to the unknown
And stepped into those terrifying nights
With your every step,the echo of your shoes
Your soul trembled with a specific sound
And you were afraid,almost on your knees.
But you saw a red light and turned around
It pulled you in
So deep,so deep
Think,you fool!
But it has already captured you.
Oh so sweet the smell of the sin
You gave every atom of your body
I will love you,beauty is found within.
Yes I will
Run,run before you lose your chance
Before it takes your soul
The sky is getting empty
But the light had other plans
It's hand wen
I'm The Biggest Pansy That Ever Pansied by AlisonLeeFox, journal
I'm The Biggest Pansy That Ever Pansied
I just read this: http://archiveofourown.org/works/448216 and cried so fucking hard. Nothing I've ever read has made me actually cry before until this. So read it because it's beautiful and you'll be like BWAHHH THE TEARS. I CAN'T FIGHT THEM.
Victoria entered the room of her new home, where there was the new shiny black grand piano. Her husband and she had bought it, like many other wealthy married couples. But they had not done for show like their parents, for example, but because they simply loved music and especially that wonderful instrument, that Victoria was never allowed to touch and from which Victor could take such beautiful melodies. So beautiful that it was practically impossible to describe. You had to feel them... you had to listen... to experience the magical sensations that caused... That might be a good word to describe what she felt the first time she heard Vic