Cough Syrup » Lip Gallagher
Elizabeth Allen had a plan: no boyfriends until college. She wanted out of the shitstain that was South Side Chicago and school was the only way. With a family on the rocks and friends who constantly found themselves fighting against the world, she didn't need any more distractions.
However, for a certain cigarette-scented, blue-eyed boy, she might make an exception.
"Thinking about you is violent. It's never just hips. It's hips crashing like helmet-less bicycle wrecks, head over handlebars, hands all scraped up. Nails full of dirt and spit and you. Even your voice is this jarring thing, this pleasant shake-down, this sore so good, so goddamn good. Like a bad tooth-hurt. I think of you and I want to put my fingers in my mouth. I want to pull my own hair. I want fire and blood."
[Lip Gallagher; season one]
[republished: nov. 10, 2016]