It starts out as a way to release stress. The rules are simple: No Kissing, No Talking, No Feelings.
It ends with worship.
(I thought, what if Adam and Ronan became fuck buddies way before that TRK kiss. This is what happened)
first time it happens, Ronan is sleeping over in Adam’s shitty apartment over
St Agnes. Adam can’t sleep and Ronan sits up after a while, clearly getting
tired of Adam’s constant tossing and turning.
“Man,” he says, “you need to fucking relax.”
Adam sighs, turning on his side so he’s facing Ronan.
metamorphosis is a tricky thing. upon various attempts, i’ve learned that it does not come quite as naturally as it would seem and that caterpillars are liars in that way. a chrysalis of self hate disintegrated to reveal a beautiful and almost textbook picture of depression. change is a wonderful thing. also my patterns remained the same and i look wildly similar. related: don’t be an idiot; does this look like an earl gray hoodie? either way, a stoplight is still red and yellow while it’s green, and i think that’s my point. change is nothing but another layer of paint on an older and dirtier and peeling layer, which used to be the desired look anyways. birth is just decay, and rebirth is recycling. i wrap this up as i wrap myself up, and i do hope you’ll stop by as i am currently residing in a cocoon and terribly lonely there, and you’ve always got nice things to say so maybe this will be the day i finally grow wings.
all my love,