Existing to be destroyed-

My name is Julia and I like the idea of carpe diem, illuminati, and pop culture.



I own nothing unless stated otherwise.


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Musician boy is my weakness
Damn it
So it’s wrong
So I can’t help myself
So what








fUCK EVERYTHING




ITS BEEN A FEW AND I HAVE A NEED DAMN IT













thereisnoforgetting:

Jean François Jonvelle, Dessus-dessous, ca. 1980






"I wanted to take him home
and rough him up and get my hands inside him, drive my body into his
like a crash test car.
I wanted to be wanted and he was
very beautiful, kissed with his eyes closed, and only felt good while moving.
You could drown in those eyes, I said,
so it’s summer, so it’s suicide,
so we’re helpless in sleep and struggling at the bottom of the pool.

5

It wasn’t until we were well past the middle of it
that we realized
the old dull pain, whose stitched wrists and clammy fingers,
far from being subverted,
had only slipped underneath us, freshly scrubbed.
Mirrors and shop windows returned our faces to us,
replete with the tight lips and the eyes that remained eyes
and not the doorways we had hoped for.
His wounds healed, the skin a bit thicker than before,
scars like train tracks on his arms and on his body underneath his shirt.

6

We still groped for each other on the backstairs or in parked cars
as the roads around us
grew glossy with ice and our breath softened the view through a glass
already laced with frost,
but more frequently I was finding myself sleepless, and he was running out
of lullabies.
7

What would you like? I’d like my money’s worth.
Try explaining a life bundled with episodes of this—
swallowing mud, swallowing glass, the smell of blood
on the first four knuckles.
We pull our boots on with both hands
but we can’t punch ourselves awake and all I can do
is stand on the curb and say Sorry
about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.


I couldn’t get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.”




Im a lot of things and not all of them are good.

But I will never be too scared to clean up the messes I make.
that’s what separates me from you.
And that’s what most sad about all of this.

Keep hiding.





romainpivetal:

Allison Testu by Romain Pivétal