AHAHAHAHAHAHAH THIS IS SO FUCKING TRUE
I own over $2000 worth of cds and albums and singles and lives JUST SO I CAN SAY I HAVE THEM - I DON'T EVEN LISTEN/WATCH THEM; I WATCH THE DOWNLOADED COPIES THAT I HAVE
"Hun, what tha fuck is you bus"Hun, what tha fuck is you bustin?" Uruha looked up at where Aoi was standin up in tha doorway ta tha crew room, raisin his wild lil' fuckin eyebrows as dopest as his schmoooove ass could up in tha posizzle da thug was in. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. "I be watchin tv?" Aoi looked down at Uruha, silent, then strutted over n' sat down next ta tha blonde yo. Dude peeped tha tv fo' few moments, then glanced at his pimp yo, but it ain't no stoppin cause I be still poppin'. "Uru... why is you layin like that?" Layin wit his back on tha floor n' his booty against tha side of tha couch n' his hairy-ass legs on tha cushions, Uruha shrugged n' answered, "Just felt like dat shit." Dude then proceeded ta stare at Aoi fo' realz. A few minutes went by wit Uruhaz stare on Aoi, n' Aoi kept his wild lil' freakadelic gaze firmly on tha televizzle set. Then he finally gave up in n' shuffled round so da thug was up in a identical posizzle next ta Uruha. "I knew you'd do dat shit." Uruha h"Hun, what tha fuck is you bus by ~jrock1over
AOIxURUHA - Such MemoriesSoft hair. Impossibly soft hair. Running my hands through it feels like I'm running my hands through water that has somehow managed to solidify itself out if its liquid form. So soft and so beautiful... I love running my fingers through the strands and picking them up, letting them fall back down to the sheets... And god, your skin... Equally impossibly soft skin... Such a contrast; your skin so hot that my fingers seem to boil as they stroke a path across it, and your hair so cool to the touch, its like running my hands through a breeze. The feel of your skin beneath my fingers... I can't ever stop; your skin goes on forever... Brushing my fingertips across your cheeks, your neck... So smooth and beautiful... Across your lips, so full and red... I can't help but lean over you as you sleep, unaware of my constant gaze on you, my constant touches to reassure me you're still there beside me. My hair falls arounds you as I lean closer, so close... I need to feel your lips against mine, anAOIxURUHA - Such Memories by ~jrock1over
AOIxURUHA - My RiskThere's always going to be that moment when you just toss yourself in, when you make that one decision and you suddenly realize that it'll change everything. I remember that moment. I knew what I had done as soon as I sent you that message. I knew my life was going to change, its like I felt the strings of fate rearrange themselves in that split second of realization. The only problem was that I had to wait all night until I got your answer, all night to stay awake and stare at the darkness of my ceiling, endless scenarios flipping through my head like movie slides. You'll never know how relieved I was the next morning.AOIxURUHA - My Risk by ~jrock1over
I still remember what your kisses felt like. Soft and warm, yet so solid and so insistent. I like thinking about that in bed at night; I like pausing the moment and remembering every little detail: the softness of your lips, their slight wetness from our hurrying, the feel of your nose brushing my cheek, your taste...
Your hair is getting longer than when we first met,
AOIxURUHA - Balloons EverywhereThey'd be at this since 11 that morning. 3 hours.AOIxURUHA - Balloons Everywhere by ~jrock1over
"Come on, Aoi, I need more balloons!"
Aoi looked up from the helium tank he was working at.
"I can only fill them so fast, Ru."
Uruha waved his hand and just grinned.
"Fill them faster!"
Shaking his head, Aoi couldn't help but grin too as he tied off the balloon he'd just finished filling. He took his handful of balloons over to where Uruha had his seemingly hundreds of balloons.
"Come on, I think we're almost there." Uruha urged him.
"Yeah yeah, I'm coming."
Walking over, Aoi took in what he and Uruha were doing. Like, really took it in.
"Yeah?" Uruha asked as he took Aoi's balloons from him and added them to the ones he was holding.
"...what the hell are we doing?"
Uruha grinned at him and leaned on the very many balloons he was holding onto. The couple dozen colors were filled with helium and were just enough to support Uruha's weight with the force of the combined floatation.
"You're helping me fly, that's what we're doi