I blame Sara and Aronofsky for this.
How I write things, apparently:
1) Have a paper to write by Tuesday.
2) Write intro paragraph to paper.
3) Ignore paper and watch Requiem for a Dream while eating too much pasta.
4) Have ALL OF THE FEELINGS about Requiem for a Dream.
5) Open Word document.
6) Type pretentious bullshit.
7) Show pretentious bullshit to girlfriend.
8) Girlfriend demands I post pretentious bullshit on the internet.
9) Reluctantly offer the internet some untitled pretentious nonsense I wrote in five minutes. >:|
“You’re beautiful.”
“You’re beautiful.”
“We’re beautiful.”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah.”
There’s a zip-fold-hisssss and a breathe-in-breathe-out and mmmm and aaah and they’re both beautiful and so is everything else.
“I always thought you were beautiful.”
“Me too.”
“Thought you were beautiful or thought I was beautiful?”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah?”
“We need a new mirror.”
Breathe-in-breathe-out-aaaaah.
“Just clean the old one.”
“It’s cracked.”
“Not too much.”
“Seven years, dude. Replace it and maybe we’ll get six.”
“You’re superstitious.”
“You’re not?”
Touch-kiss-suck-mmmm.
“Bad luck’s not real. Things happen sometimes, sometimes they don’t.”
“I just want a new mirror.”
“Gonna buy it yourself?”
“How much have we got?”
“We? You.”
“We.”
Kiss-suck-kiss-aaaah.
“We.”
“Yeah.”
“What do you need a mirror for anyway?”
“To see you.”
“To see yourself.”
“The difference?”
“You wear makeup.”
“So do you.”
“Yours.”
“I need to check your makeup in the mirror.”
“My makeup that’s yours.”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah.”
Kiss.
“You’re wearing too much makeup.”
“It’s my makeup.”
“Did you check it in the mirror?”
“We don’t have one.”
“Lazy-ass.”
“Cheapskate.”
Breathe-in.
Kiss.
Breathe-out.
Kiss-kiss-kiss-suck-touch-grab-slow-easy-easy-right-there.
“Beautiful.”
“You like the makeup.”
Touch-pull-grind-slow-slow-steady-right-there-right-there.
“Fuck me already.”
“In front of the mirror?”
“What do you think?”
Pop-slick-stretch-there-deeper-more-more.
“Come on, need-“
“Yeah-“
Rip-roll-slick-slicker-push-push-aaaaah.
“Fuck-“
Right-there-right-there-right-there.
“Please-“
Right-there-right-there-right-there-hissssss.
“Fuck, I-“
“I know.”
“Yeah.”
They’re both beautiful and they can see every inch of it.
EDIT: 11) WRITE MORE FICLETS IN THE COMMENTS BECAUSE MY BRAIN'S BEEN EATEN BY THIS 'VERSE, APPARENTLY.
1) Have a paper to write by Tuesday.
2) Write intro paragraph to paper.
3) Ignore paper and watch Requiem for a Dream while eating too much pasta.
4) Have ALL OF THE FEELINGS about Requiem for a Dream.
5) Open Word document.
6) Type pretentious bullshit.
7) Show pretentious bullshit to girlfriend.
8) Girlfriend demands I post pretentious bullshit on the internet.
9) Reluctantly offer the internet some untitled pretentious nonsense I wrote in five minutes. >:|
“You’re beautiful.”
“You’re beautiful.”
“We’re beautiful.”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah.”
There’s a zip-fold-hisssss and a breathe-in-breathe-out and mmmm and aaah and they’re both beautiful and so is everything else.
“I always thought you were beautiful.”
“Me too.”
“Thought you were beautiful or thought I was beautiful?”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah?”
“We need a new mirror.”
Breathe-in-breathe-out-aaaaah.
“Just clean the old one.”
“It’s cracked.”
“Not too much.”
“Seven years, dude. Replace it and maybe we’ll get six.”
“You’re superstitious.”
“You’re not?”
Touch-kiss-suck-mmmm.
“Bad luck’s not real. Things happen sometimes, sometimes they don’t.”
“I just want a new mirror.”
“Gonna buy it yourself?”
“How much have we got?”
“We? You.”
“We.”
Kiss-suck-kiss-aaaah.
“We.”
“Yeah.”
“What do you need a mirror for anyway?”
“To see you.”
“To see yourself.”
“The difference?”
“You wear makeup.”
“So do you.”
“Yours.”
“I need to check your makeup in the mirror.”
“My makeup that’s yours.”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah.”
Kiss.
“You’re wearing too much makeup.”
“It’s my makeup.”
“Did you check it in the mirror?”
“We don’t have one.”
“Lazy-ass.”
“Cheapskate.”
Breathe-in.
Kiss.
Breathe-out.
Kiss-kiss-kiss-suck-touch-grab-slow-easy-easy-right-there.
“Beautiful.”
“You like the makeup.”
Touch-pull-grind-slow-slow-steady-right-there-right-there.
“Fuck me already.”
“In front of the mirror?”
“What do you think?”
Pop-slick-stretch-there-deeper-more-more.
“Come on, need-“
“Yeah-“
Rip-roll-slick-slicker-push-push-aaaaah.
“Fuck-“
Right-there-right-there-right-there.
“Please-“
Right-there-right-there-right-there-hissssss.
“Fuck, I-“
“I know.”
“Yeah.”
They’re both beautiful and they can see every inch of it.
EDIT: 11) WRITE MORE FICLETS IN THE COMMENTS BECAUSE MY BRAIN'S BEEN EATEN BY THIS 'VERSE, APPARENTLY.