5 notes sound advice from Katherine (via bowiesnippleantennae)
i knew in my heart of farts that you were going to post this.
10 notes I have misplaced my voice.
And I’m no good at writing.
My verses get tangled,
With useless newfangled.
Rhyming, and timing, and plot.
But something must be done.
To show her how I feel.
My voice left me quickly,
And I’m ever so fickly.
Just beginning to write.
Though my throat rings with pain,
From screaming her praise,
I miss her quite dearly,
And wish she was near me.
More than I ever could write.
6 notes Dillon just woke up and showered and he came into the room and immediately hugged me and kissed me and told me that I made him have the best birthday that’s he’s ever had.
1 note It was evening. Katherine had been having a very generally bad day so far — she woke up with a headache, something that was highly disorienting and also something that had never happened to her before. She assumed, shortly afterwards, it had something to do with the fact that her period had also started, started nearly a week late, and was cramping like the motherfucking dickens. She proceeded to throw up, take some painkillers, and ended up sleeping the rest of the day, nearly.
Now that she was all muted on painkillers, feeling that awkward feeling of “my tumbly is rumbly but not quite painful just uncomfortable blah I feel fatigued blah”, she lolled on the couch, watching Toonami with Dillon and playing Dueling Network.
She sat up abruptly.
“I’m starving.”
Casshern Sins droned on in the background.
“Dillon,” she moaned. “Make me pizza.”
He laughed, his beautiful, angelic laugh, and replied, “Okay, if you wait until a commercial.”
Katherine frowned deeply. She said, “No.”
Dillon snorted, and said, “Okay.”
It began.
Katherine’s body, on the couch, immediately fell off of it. She proceeded to barrel roll on the carpet. She bypassed the heavy center table, and past the massive television. Dillon calmly continued dueling online. He probably lost, because he’s a gay baby. Katherine rolled on, Rolling Girl, making Miku proud, and she saw an opening: the pool table had room underneath it. Dillon looked over just in time to see Katherine exit from under the pool table, and careen toward the staircase.
Her body tumbled without elegance to the stairs. A battlecry left her lips: “Dillon, make me pizza… I’m so crampy, I’m dying and on my period, why do you hate me…”
Dillon did not respond. What a moron. She beast-moded up the stairs and tiptoed to the kitchen, and expertly had a Stouffer’s French Bread Pizza in the oven in like a minute flat. Wow.
Meanwhile, Dillon decided to care about his girlfriend. He put down the computer to wander upstais and rustle up a glass of milk on his own. He walked upstairs like an Adult, and walked to the kitchen.
He turned. Katherine was laying on the floor, completely still staring at the ceiling.
He stared at her.
Katherine broke out into hysterical laughter, but remained, and Dillon proceeded to laugh a lot, and then he wandered around the center island, over to the basket of butterscotch candies, and he slowly squatted, pulling down his boxers, Katherine saw his dick dangling between his thighs as his hand went down between them, preparing to insert the candy, and Katherine began sobbing hysterically with laughter and Dillon made a grunting sound before holding out the candy to her.
also don’t mind me i’m just going to cry over dillon’s beautiful face
he literally looks like an angel in the light all the time.
6 notes i wish the marriage license said
if he has one nervous hand on the steering wheel
(the one with the hair tie you gave him that he won’t take off)
and the other is on your thigh
and you feel nothing but its well-known weight
the way the heat of his palm burns through your jeans
and the radio is off but the car is quiet
and he just stops and mumbles “i love you” every exit
making your heart tumble and fall backwards into
chardonnay, roasted marshmallows, the first kiss
the priest won’t know that the rings and the reception
mean much less
than the “i do” that came ‘tween them
and the fact that he loves you more
than paper or poetry ever could.
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