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The Love Witch (2016) dir. Anna Biller

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Silent Hill 2 (PS2, 2001)

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Videodrome (1983) dir. David Cronenberg

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Gabbriette for Breach Magazine (2023) Photography: Jason Thomas Geering

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There are all kinds of love in this world but never the same love twice.

- F. Scott Fitzgerald

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I pinch myself, as if this moment could slip through my fingers like sand. The universe, it seems, has bent itself just enough to place you beside me again in this quiet reverence, this magnetic pull that's always tethered me to you.

As you rest beside me like all the times before, your breath is soft, steady. Just as I remembered. The rise and fall of your chest a rhythm I know by heart. I touch your skin, tracing the faint trails where warmth lingers. My fingers, always cold, forever seeking your heat. I press them to you as though it might be the only way I could hold you in this space.

In your sleep, you hum. A sound like a secret, like a forgotten song that dances on the tip of your tongue begging to be remembered. Your body twitches and stirs, a shiver that seems to travel through the air and land in the center of my chest. Your nose crinkles, and your lips, parted in the sweetest, almost imperceptible pout. They draw me in like a whisper that I'm too afraid to speak aloud. I ache to kiss you, I ache to anything you, but I let the feeling rest. I bury it deep inside me, tucked away like a promise for later, for when the time is right and the morning has caressed you awake just for me.

I want to capture you, to pin you in this stillness, but time has always been a thing that passes too quickly when you're near. You, here, with me, feels like every wish I ever whispered into the dark. Every star I've traced across the night sky. Every wish that bloomed in a dandelion's breath. You and this moment are the sum of every unspoken prayer I've ever made.

So, I lean closer, pressing my lips against the curve of your shoulder, feeling the delicate sprinkling of freckles beneath my mouth. In search to feel something real, something tangible. But mostly, to hold onto the way you make the uncertainty of the world outside of us disappear. How in this moment, there is nothing but you.

And me.

And the quiet hum of everything that's ever been and will ever be.

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I'm tossing between dreams sharp and vivid, and you wrapped in these sheets as the dawn unfurls its lazy fingers. Would you believe me if I told you today was my favorite? Even though I've claimed that about the last sixty-two? Even though it's barely begun? We end our nights tangled in limbs, voices on the edge of rasp as we never quite reach silence.

As soon as one thought fades, I can feel my mind lurching forward, hungry for more. What else? I need to hear you again, and again, like my favorite record echoing in the corridors of my mind. What else? I need to feel your chest humming like a train barreling toward me, laughter rising from the depths of you like something that's been caged for years.

With my head nestled against my whole universe, I trace the curve of your smirk and wonder how you slipped from the stars. Do they miss you? The brightest, burning one who now casts all your light here on earth for us to worship. How lucky did I get with the best seat in the house?

We continue to twist and tangle, legs over legs, arms knotted through arms. Close is never quite close enough, so I'll continue on with my long walk through your mind as soon as the sunlight finds your eyes. Our days melting into nights, their edges blurred and never quite meeting, but we, mm… we like it this way.

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Gabbriette for Dazed Magazine 🖤🥀

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Seraphim slip dress by Dark in love

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Ilsa von Bulow of Women of Sodom, photographed by Michael Barkavy 𖤐