Soothe youth with the body temperature of each other's skins

Zita 2022-07-30 20:52:59

A group of young people who secreted hormones in the past, a period of brutal youth with arrogance and domineering.

We worship God, worship Judas, worship Adam, worship Eve, worship dancers, worship guitarists, worship condoms, worship boxing gloves, worship Doris Lessing, worship Paul Potts, worship the flesh, worship tobacco, worship acne, worship non-virgins, Worship psychedelic music, worship psychedelics, worship marijuana, worship ice cream, worship Radiohead, worship money, worship alcohol, worship hangovers, worship old sneakers, worship John Galliano, worship logo underwear, worship sex, worship blue sky, Worship Anne Sudwort, Worship Gothic, Worship Hippie, Worship Gods, Worship Neurosis, Worship Love, Worship Alfie, Worship Casanova, Worship His Words, Worship Cricket, Worship Hedge Fund, Worship Magician, Worship Worse The legacy of the old man, worship the breasts of female models, worship the seagulls, worship the winners of The Big Brother, worship the other side of the earth, worship them who shine, worship the lost self.

Who loves whom? Who doesn't love who? Is it important?

Who is who? Who is not who? who cares?

The young sky always presents magical colors. The boring life that day after day makes us unbearable, and it is doomed that the factor of rebellion will erupt from this moment, and it will be out of control. The surging mushroom cloud will cover the sky and the sun, break through all things, and go straight to the sky.

Can't it be used to squander the half-baked time that is only once in a lifetime?

Is it necessary to exchange a beautiful transcript for an ounce of marijuana?

That's not us, we just say when we think of it, let it go if we have a fart, wanton and rampage.

Indulge in high-concentration alcohol and electronic music parties, trying to dig into the adult world.

We all live in exquisite skins, cuddling each other and warming our skin to comfort this confused and lonely youth.

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Skins quotes

  • Naomi: I think I'm going away for this summer.

    Emily: Oh.

    Naomi: Spain, Cyprus, perhaps. By myself. Spend some time by myself, you know, do some thinking by myself.

    [clears throat]

    Emily: About what?

    Naomi: Let's just be friends, okay?

    Emily: We say that, don't we?

    Naomi: [beat] Yeah, have a good summer.

    [starts to walk off]

    Emily: [beat] I'll miss you

    Naomi: [stops, a beat, then turns around and kisses Emily]

    [desperately]

    Naomi: I can't stand it. I can't

    [kiss]

    Naomi: .

    Emily: It's okay

    [kiss]

    Emily: It's okay

    [kiss]

    Naomi: Jesus!

    [kiss]

  • Emily: [laying in bed together] I wish I had a mom like that. Katie and me, we were always together. Everything together. Eating, sleeping... Until we were nine we used to take a dump at the same time.

    Naomi: [laughing] Jesus!

    Emily: Yeah. No secrets. There was no point.

    Naomi: [beat, then serious] What about this one?

    Emily: [beat] Naomi... I wanna tell people.

    Naomi: That you're gay?

    Emily: I wanna tell people about us. Come to the college ball with me.

    Naomi: Why would I want to do that?

    Emily: Why not?

    Naomi: Em, it's nobody's business.

    Emily: Why? Who cares what other people think?

    Naomi: Emily, I'm not like you! I'm not sure, like you are.

    Emily: What aren't you sure of?

    Naomi: Can't thinks ever be complicated?

    Emily: Fine, you like boys, too.

    Naomi: Maybe. Maybe I like only boys, apart from you.

    Emily: Well, that's fucking great! You're so in touch with yourself, aren't you?

    [beat]

    Emily: Come to the ball with me, like we're together.

    Naomi: [beat, then Emily gets up] Don't do that.

    Emily: No, you don't do that!

    [gets dressed]

    Emily: I'm not your fucking experiment! Where are my fucking shoes?

    [looking around]

    Emily: Oh, fuck it! Keep them! I'm tired... So sick and tired of it.

    [looking intensely at Naomi, beat]

    Emily: We're still holding hands through a catflap, aren't we?

    [beat]

    Emily: Have fun in Cyprus.