( this is old, and unrelated )

i saw tattoed arms, green and blue, slashed with short parallel scars long ago worn smooth. his body was wiry and thin, bony almost, but breathtakingly lovely. his hand drifted smoothly, languidly through the air, brushing my hair casually from my forehead. he barely realized he had touched me, he was drifting out of consciousness, but the contact ( Read more... )

You're gonna wake from this coma ( Read more... )