Muse 89: Effy

she was this girl i enived, the one who i thought could show me exactly how great it is to be alone without needing anyone. and then reality set in, into me and into her, and i realized that deep down to the core, we were just souls made of the same stuff. we were scared of being alone. we were scared of finding someone who we loved and in the end, didn't want us at all. we wore the strongest masks because we have the weakest insides. you see that beautiful house over there on the block? the curtains are closed and the dust has settled. and inside, everything is gone because the people have moved out.

Muse 80: The Ring

found via lauryn holmquist

He asked for sex after he finally put his Blackberry away. Recently the days feel longer while our relationship feels shorter, but somehow there's always time for sex. When our bare skin is touching, the moment is silent, and it seems like this deep rooted intimacy is the only time we can come together without any distractions. For once he chooses to ignore the vibrations from his phone and the way it rings incessantly. It bothers me though. I can't think about him with the constant buzzing. Even when I wrap my legs around him, I can't stop wondering who is calling. How important is the call? He moves faster, and I wonder if it's because of his urgency to climax or answer the phone.