michaelmyer:

We still groped for each other on the back stairs or in parked cars, as the road around us grew glossy with ice and our breath softened the view through the glass, already laced with frost; but more frequently I was finding myself sleepless, and he was running out of lullabies. But damn if there isn’t anything sexier than a slender boy with a handgun, a fast car, a bottle of pills. (r.s.)

kavinsky and ronan