#the church of dead girls

[tenth-sentence]

The snowflakes in the high beams looked immense.

"The Church of Dead Girls" - Stephen Dobyns

[whats-in-a-sentence]

And the nails, how carefully they had been trimmed.

"The Church of Dead Girls" - Stephen Dobyns

[oh-dear-so-queer]

The police were divided over whether Jaime was the victim of a homosexual love affair that had gone wrong or if there was a connection to the missing girls. This put even more pressure on the gay population of Aurelius. Gay men as far as Norwich were questioned.

"The Church of Dead Girls" - Stephen Dobyns

[not-so-rosyyy]

I have two brain cells left and they're occupied with very important things rn

[ozymoron]

okay yeah maybe i want him whatevr

[widevibratobitch]

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[officialpenisenvy]

i don't need money i don't need sleep i just wish my man would go home cause everything's funny when it's just you and me tired of people asking what i do when im alone they spend the summer getting clean then september comes and they fall like leaves oh what would i do without you what would i do without you oh mr watson ive been cheating with you you're the only one to fix the stupid shit ive been through mr watson ive been cheating with you you're the only one who knows my favourite colour and it's powder blue

[ectonurites]

aughghghghh... tiny detail i just noticed on rewatching SDT again... Meghan & Allison's matching yin/yang necklaces...

[tenth-sentence]

I recall their pinkness when he waited on me at his pharmacy, the neatly pared cuticles, the buffed nails.

"The Church of Dead Girls" - Stephen Dobyns

[whats-in-a-sentence]

For me it's a reminder of what's always there, of the longings that lie within people, the longings we hide within ourselves.

"The Church of Dead Girls" - Stephen Dobyns

[oh-dear-so-queer]

One man visited by the police was Greg Dorough, a lawyer in town who happened to be gay and who lived with a man who was a technician at the pharmaceutical company in Norwich. One wouldn't have thought they were gay if one hadn't known. In any case, the unpleasant part was that Greg was visited – I am sure of this – only because he was gay.

"The Church of Dead Girls" - Stephen Dobyns

[gender-euphowrya]

still baffles me how so many turves have this weird combination 1950s/catholicism aesthetics going on like. yup both things were notoriously amazing for women

[dordey]

unfortunately the “cemeteries should be green spaces used for recreation like in ye olde days” crowd loses any credibility it has when they walk all over graves, risk damaging old headstones & grave monuments by misusing them in a Number of ways, & rub their bare asses all over said graves for “““artistic”““ purposes

[ziracona]

I’m playing DA Inquisition and people keep asking my character how he feels about other people/past events but unlike Witcher 3 it’s so hard to look up how tf I think I’d feel about them the wiki is a cauldron of text and nightmares idk how I feel about King Sundown the 18th ma’am I don’t even know who that is why is there no ‘who??’ button I should get to play the most confused PC on the planet if I want.

[angrybatgaming]

Some more fun with photo mode, but Red Dead Redemption 2.

🎵 I like big horses and I cannot lie 🎵

[enslaughts]

@travismartinez. . . continued.

it isn't very christ - like to eavesdrop. it isn't very christ - like to lie about it either, but laura lee considers it. it's not like she meant to ! even alone, she'd made herself small, bowed, knees dug into the center aisle of the last vestige of the before. it's the closest thing to a sanctuary for miles and miles and miles, and the closest to a graveyard. cemeteries and churches oft go hand in hand. somehow, surrounded by carnage and corpses earthed, she feels closer to home right here than she has since. . .

maybe travis felt the same. she'd been kneeling there so long, white - knuckled in prayer, pretending to pray, she's not even sure when he arrived ; just that by the time she'd heard his voice, he'd already said too much. too much not to feel— well, she doesn't really know travis, but she knows he wouldn't want her overhearing these conversations with the dead. the before. she knows she wouldn't want anyone overhearing hers.

eavesdropping, deceit, and hypocrisy, laura lee ?

the voice sounds too much like her mother to bear right now, so she ignores it, steps out of what's left of the plane, the before, with her head bowed still. “   just— just me,   ” she says quickly, as if he would expect a wild bear otherwise, un - linking the awkward twist of her hands by fanning out a small wave. “   i didn't. . .   ” here, a sigh, resigned. resolved. she shouldn't lie, not even if it desecrates this holy ground they've tilled. “   i'm sorry. i should've said something earlier. ” should've, but you didn't, too buried in the loneliness you came here for in the first place, “   i. . . guess didn't know how. but i can go, if— if you want ?   ”