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"THEY PUT GOD IN MY MOUTH AND I SPAT HIM OUT. NOTHING GETS INSIDE ME WITHOUT MY CONTEMPT."

Mabel Martin

fionaohanlon / Lisa Marie Basile, from “I Put the Coffin Out to Sea,” published in OCCULUM / Juliana Vasquez, House and Dog / Margaret Atwood, The Animals in That Country; from ‘Speeches for Dr Frankenstein’ / Becca Stadlander / Burning man, Tomasz Kawecki / fuckingwhateverdude / Margaret Atwood / Sophie Koryn / Yves Olade, from Belovéd; Slaughterhouse, 2020 / heavensghost

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CRIMSON PEAK (2015) dir. Guillermo del Toro

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fuck it. post gustave doré octopus blowjob

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are u ever sick w longing. and i don't just mean romantic longing. i mean longing for a place you barely get to see, longing for friends you no longer have, longing for feelings you might have left behind in your childhood, longing for creativity, longing for a rich and more expansive life, longing for less inhibition. longing for more passion. longing for ur life to be so incandescent w something it thaws all the frost in ur bones. are u ever so consumed w it it rends ur heart in two. do u understand me

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to all the trans men in history who identified as dykes & to all the trans women in history who identified as faggots.. you were epic and i hope you got sucked dry every single day of your life

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died and came back tired. died and came back exhausted. died and came back with manic energy. died and came back with malingering unease. died and came back twitchy. so many possibilities

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sorry i can't tonight.. my spring melancholy is developing into hysteria

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James Baldwin talking about love

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He’s a 10 but he’s shared a generational curse with his bestfriend since they were kids and refuses to believe he was in love with him

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“He was yours”.

Summer Sons, Lee Mandelo ↠ Masterlist

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“Andrew had to accept that he was going to take that maybe to his grave.”

↠ Masterlist

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i was a heavy heart to carry | eddie/andrew with andrew/sam summer sons 2.6k fic | ao3

“I had this dream.” Eddie watches as Andrew pulls from the blunt, long and slow and near the end. The faded amber tip glows bright beneath the half moon and cascade of stars splattered across the late night sky. He has the urge to lean forward over their tangled, sweat slicked legs just to shotgun the smoke right from Andrew's lips as it billows between them. “Yeah?” Andrew says, a lazy smile tucking up in his mouth as he passes Eddie the blunt. Eddie lets his fingers graze over the familiar shape of Andrew’s knuckles, the soft brush of hair, and the delicate lines on the pads of his fingers that curve and arch in the unique pattern of Andew. Eddie sometimes wonders if there’s parts of him etched there. Just like there are parts of Andrew that make up Eddie; one in the same, no longer two separate entities. “You going to tell me about it?” Andrew asks when Eddie finally lets go. His hand falls innocently over Eddie’s ankle, thumb stroking skin without thought, an unconscious move that is far too intimate for two boys. Eddie brings the spit soaked blunt to his lips and searches for the small taste of Andrew that lingers. Coffee and something earthy, like Andrew is nothing more than the soil or mud they were found in all those years ago. Eddie takes it all in, even though the blunt is useless, it may be the closest he’ll ever have to putting his lips where Andrew’s were without Del in-between them. “It was a strange dream.” Andrew pauses in his movements, the briefest hesitation as his eyes narrow wearily. Eddie knows what he’s thinking. Of course he does. It’s breaching too far into things they swore they wouldn’t talk about, but it’s just a dream. Andrew resumes what he’s doing and leans forward and Eddie swears he doesn’t let his gaze drop to Andrew’s lips, pink and slightly cracked, but still crooking up in a way that’s dangerously inviting.  “Okay,” Andrew nods and there’s the faintest hint of a southern drawl that never really comes out anymore, “let’s hear it then.”

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tagging people who are interested @eddiebabygirldiaz @leothil @fancifulpurposelesslovely @menincufflinks @forbidden-fungi @thefebruaryfriday @nina-reads1804 @smolfrumpkin

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summer sons// eddie fulton

every moment of his life that followed would take him further from Eddie.

lord huron - love like ghosts

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Thinking about Summer Sons and grief and ghosts that arent the person you long for but rather a shadow of them, a copy of a copy that gets distorted, just memories and feelings and impulses pulled into a specter that follows you restlessly. About getting what you wanted and realizing that theres a difference between having been loved and being loved, and realizing you want to live

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Shoutout to Summer Sons for everything about it but especially for making the gay love interest white trash. The kind of queer who lives in the middle of nowhere and doesn't have an education and has to hang around homophobes for survival. The kind of queer who isn't polite or well-dressed or pretty or "good representation." He's just a broke sweaty drug-dealing asshole mechanic trying to make ends meet and that's the mc's gay awakening. More of this forever.