bright eyes and an old blog...

I spent today's morning reading all the entries in that blog. And we all know how much of a masochistic I am, so I kept on reading. There were so many things I didn't realize, or perhaps I just didn't want to see them. As usual, you were trying to get through to me, and I was being the selfish bastard I've been most of my life. If I had known the things I know now, after all I've lived, would I change anything? Would I have asked you to stay? You knew, deep inside, I wanted to beg for you to stay. But I convinced myself it was the best if you went away, away from them, and all their problems. And staying would've probably just made you a mediocre person, instead of this independent, successfull person you've become, and all the things you've learned and sometimes try to teach me (even if I'm technologically impaired). So obviously, that wasn't the solution. Maybe we should've kept going, but what does a stupid 18 year old know about life, about love, about... about. I'm glad you found him. He makes you happy (and in the end, that's all that matters), and seems like an amazing guy. But I guess a part of me will always think: "that should've been me". We are both to blame to some extent, but everyday of my life I regret my stupid arguments... "In not yours, and I'm free to do whatever I want, we're not dating." Pffft. Well, guess what, Mr. Cocky... you are hers, and always have been. It's just that I understood it a couple years too late, and there is nothing I can do about it. Cause like you said, it wouldn't be fair. I can't come around and fuck up your life everytime I decide I want you. The funny thing is, I've known I want you for a long time now. Because you know that everything Robert Smith says in Love Song is true. And I'm not saying I haven't had my fun, fooled around and what not. But at the end of the day, Jesse, it's you I want, and so it will be forever. Maybe in the future we will be back together. I hope so. Things now may look difficult with your new work visa binding you to media8 for the next four years, but who knows. Even if we live in the same place, I guess there's no guarantee. Maybe all of this we're living will help us be the best version of ourselves when we meet again. For now, all I have are some letters, memories, a shitload of songs, our city, and home. Until some 13th in Norway. Eternally yours... L.

Ghost - "Ritual"

good times

Recuerdo que se salieron varias personas del cine despues de esta escena. I think it's fuckin hot, y encontrarla con Cannibal Corpse como musica de fondo, fue hermoso.

Witticisms

Andrew: Come in. Have a seat. Make yourself comfortable. I understand you're fucking my wife.
Milo: That's right.
Andrew: Right.
Milo: Yes, right.
Andrew: So we've cleared that up.
Milo: We have.
Andrew: I thought you might deny it.
Milo: Why would I deny it?
Andrew: Well, she is my wife.
Milo: Yes, but she's fucking me.
Andrew: Oh, she's fucking you too? Well, I'll be buggered. Sorry.
Milo: Yes, it's mutual.
Andrew: You take turns?
Milo: We fuck each other. That's what people do.
Andrew: Yeah, yeah, yeah. I follow.
Milo: We're in love.
Andrew: You're in love?
Milo: That's right.
Andrew: Let me top you up. I heard a rumor that you wanted to marry her. That can't be true, can it?
Milo: Why not?
Andrew: In this day and age, is marriage absolutely necessary? Isn't it a bit old hat?
Milo: ls it?
Andrew: It's a mug's game. I wouldn't go near it if I were you. You can't marry her. You can't marry her because she's married to me. Unless I divorce her, of course.

Everything Dies

El tiempo vuela, y no me di cuenta cuando paso un año desde tu muerte. R.I.P. Peter Steele. Gracias por darnos tu musica y tus lyrics.

your best nightmare...

Abri los ojos. Ahi estabas, vestida con una pantalones de cuero y un corsette. Me intente parar. Oh, sorpresa! Estaba amarrado a los postes de la cama. Voltee a verte, preguntando con la mirada que estaba sucediendo. En ese momento sonreiste, con una mezcla de malicia, coqueteo y con un obvio gozo por tener el pleno control de la situacion. En ese momento, tus palabras retumbaron en mi mente. "Normalmente, yo soy la que domina. Y por ahora, asi estoy bien."
Notaste la confusion y la expectativa en mi cara. No dijiste nada, te limitabas a disfrutar mi sufrimiento. No lo negare, yo tambien disfrutaba de la tortura.
Te acercaste, me diste un beso. Fue mas como un beso juegueton, sin lengua. Aun asi, podia darme cuenta que tu sabias que este juego me estaba volviendo loco. Y yo notaba cuanto lo disfrutabas.
Me dijiste "desamarrame el corsette", y yo solo me retorci al saberme incapaz de cumplir tal orden. Te reiste de mi, y de mi desesperacion. Tu te desataste el corsette, lo mas lento posible... querias prolongar mi agonia. Cuando finalmente te lo quitaste, note que traias perforados los pezones. Eso solo aumento mi lujuria.
Te volviste a acercar a mi, esta vez con la respiracion entrecortada. Fue ahi donde me di cuenta de que tanto te excitaba tener el control, y como disfrutabas el sadismo de tenerme a tu merced. Me besaste, con una mezcla de lujuria y deseo reprimido al cual por fin se le soltaba la rienda. Justo cuando pense que ya no habria mas juegos, dejaste de besarme. Te alejaste, y disfrutaste por ultima vez de mi sufrimiento.
Una vez que te quitaste los pantalones, subiste a la cama conmigo. Te sentaste encima de mi, y me comenzaste a besar el cuello. Despues, vino lo que sabia (y esperaba) pasaria. Sudor, jadeos, moviemientos ritmicos. Fue algo muy divertido, lleno de teases, juegos, y un constante recordarme que estabamos ahi porque tu asi lo habias decidido. Cuando terminamos, te paraste, y me dejaste ahi amarrado... indefenso. Saliste del cuarto, sin decir una palabra, con un beso como unica despedida.