You kissed me once and now you feel as if you’ve got some special kind of licence to do it whenever you want?
Simona PanovaStichwörter: love kissing romance kiss yearning relationships desires suspense girl desire boy wish gothic young-adult relationship longing loving flirt permission want special forbidden once twice fancy yearn let loved allow goth young-adult-romance forbid young-adult-gothic-romance licence
I always am in a role, lovely – for you, for them – even for myself. Yeah... Even when I’m alone, I am still in a role – and I myself am the most exacting audience I have ever had.
Simona PanovaStichwörter: strength romantic strong dramatic romance weak weakness theater emotion alone control drama self-image play feelings acting suspense theatre lonely gothic always young-adult audience pretend postmodern masks mask postmodernism hide feel fake emotional hiding forbidden demand actor actress pretending gothic-romance goth demanding forbid emotionless young-adult-gothic-romance exact exacting feelless stern
Oh, he did look like a deity – the perfect balance of danger and charm, he was at the same time fascinating and inaccessible, distant because of his demonstrated flawlessness, and possessing such strength of character that he was dismaying and at the same time utterly attractive in an enticing and forbidden way.
Simona PanovaStichwörter: love man woman romantic beauty god romance relationships danger temptation myth balance charming legend character suspense personality looks girl perfect perfection boy description gothic hero young-adult attraction mythology relationship deity beautiful possession charm dangerous pretty nightmare in-love forbidden female look crush goddess handsome heroic male character-description flawless tempted distant attractive tempt attract gothic-romance dismay entice demonstrate fascinating goth possessive possess bewitched bewitching he enticing she tempting forbid young-adult-gothic-romance bewitch demonstrative dismaying enticed flawlessness inaccessible
Even I don’t know myself... In fact, I don’t know if I really have a self at all, as I’m constantly playing different roles and pretending – not so much on stage as in real life...
Simona PanovaStichwörter: life love reality knowledge romantic identity romance real-life relationships different live self playing living crisis fact understanding self-awareness self-image play acting suspense awareness hidden gothic young-adult postmodern relationship understand masks mask postmodernism hide aware actor know roles gothic-romance goth know-yourself role even young-adult-gothic-romance know-myself self-identity-crisis
Have a look around, my pretty, we are surrounded by Death in all forms – just the two of us are still alive –
Simona PanovaStichwörter: life woman death sinister dark darkness live living old dead horror black mystery suspense grave girl gothic young-adult graveyard mysterious beautiful pretty witch divination hide alive occult female look cemetery scary scared scare occultism still-alive ominous gothic-romance goth young-adult-book fortune-telling young-adult-suspense mystify mystifying horrifying lurk old-witch still-dead
Now that Karen has been resurrected, I can travel beyond the black mirror. I can discover who I have lost with the
floating hearts and severed heads of my medicine. I must now whisper my other friends back too. I’m sad they’re gone…sad and blue.
Stichwörter: poetry beauty death medicine goth severedheads whispersinthedarkness
Vladimir stood next to one of the beams on the back porch of our new home, leaning on his back. He reached in his pocket and grabbed a pack of cigarettes, Marlboro Reds which were his favorites, and he lit one up. He was dressed all in black; black skinny jeans, black studded belt, black tennis shoes, black v neck shirt and he had the hood of his black jacket up over his head. He looked cool and collected, and somewhat villainous.” -Nina Jean Slack, Once Lost, Forever Found (Vol. #1)
Nina Jean SlackStichwörter: black smoking emo punk cool outlaw villainous sexy goth belts characters-in-books
Filip was from San Jose, but his painfully good looks excused that. He was tall, six-foot-something-or-other, intensely blue eyes, chiseled features, massive package. Didn't have Prince Albert in a Can, but he did have a thick gauged one through his cock head. His name really wasn’t Filip, it was Brent, an all-American moniker about as dark and mysterious as pastel-colored bobby socks. Initially, I joked about his choice of sobriquet, changing his name to go off to the big city, transform into Mr. Big Stuff, until it dawned on me I’d done the same damn thing with my ‘Catalyst’ surname. So I shut up.
He comported himself with rigid shoulders and stiff gestures, as if he had a secret. Turns out he did. Filip was married, had a wife for more than a year now, but they had some kind of crazy arrangement. Days they were a couple; evenings they were free to do as they pleased. Where’d they come up with that idea, Jerry Springer?
“If you wanted to go back to your place, we could,” Filip suggested. “But only until dawn.” Yeah, right. An affair is an affair, the way I see it. What difference is there between 5 and 7 a.m.? Was their marriage some sort of religious fasting thing, starve until the sun sets then binge and party down? I'd never sunk my teeth into married meat, but figured it was a logical progression from my I'm Not Gay But It's Different With You saga. And if I was going to sin, I was gonna sin good. That means no peeking to see whether it’s still dark outside.
Stichwörter: queer affair polyamory bisexuality goth extramarital queer-lit queer-subculture goth-subculture
That everything ends,
That everything ends,
Stichwörter: love music ending goth
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