"I am a gentleman"

also Buck and Eddie Stan trouper

[alabamasuhn]

Book readers your coffins are going to be so light because you had no secrets at all, I had no business finding out Beau dies.

[alabamasuhn]

The chessboard should've been my first clue that the blonde is smart

[twixnmix]

James Baldwin photographed by Carl Van Vechten on September 13, 1955.

[alabamasuhn]

"We won't come back from this" said a man whose at his ex's wedding.

[alabamasuhn]

Ruben is so genuinely scary, that court scene? Fairs, let's get Stuart Campbell that Emmy.

[alabamasuhn]

"I'll make you fucking ugly"

[alabamasuhn]

The only time Ruben isn't seeing red is when his dancing and Bambers is staring.

[alabamasuhn]

Kept screaming at Alby to free himself from the brothers who fuck each other with eyes and what did he do???? He took him down the isle.

[alabamasuhn]

This is the boy who told Niall that he'd be at a party oneday and realize that having a lesbian mom was the most interesting thing about him. Trust me he's not homophobic...

[spunch-bopp]

SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

its worth it thooooo

[glorybox13]

the way the series makes it as obvious as possible that they were each other's soulmates

[therulerofallpotatos]

They did this joke so many times and it ate every single time

[orpheuslament]

bro im not driving pass me the victor hugo there are men who seemingly are born to be the verso quote

[orpheuslament]

the way it all boils down to this......

[kosmogrl]

everybody needs to read more. read all the time. read every day. read read read

[alabamasuhn]

They kiss so slow for random hooker upers....

[imsayak]

People aren't homes, they never will be. People are rivers, always changing, forever flowing. They will disappear with everything you put inside them.

~ Nikita Gill

[weltenwellen]

Hanif Abdurraqib, from “USAvCUBA”, The Crown Ain’t Worth Much

[acerbaa]

My love, I was so wrong. Dying is the opposite of leaving. When I left my body, I did not go away. That portal of light was not a portal to elsewhere, but a portal to here. I am more here than I ever was before. I am more with you than I ever could have imagined. So close you look past me when wondering where I am. It’s Ok. I know that to be human is to be farsighted. But feel me now, walking the chambers of your heart, pressing my palms to the soft walls of your living. Why did no one tell us that to die is to be reincarnated in those we love while they are still alive? Ask me the altitude of heaven, and I will answer, “How tall are you?” In my back pocket is a love note with every word you wish you’d said. At night I sit ecstatic at the loom weaving forgiveness into our worldly regrets. All day I listen to the radio of your memories. Yes, I know every secret you thought too dark to tell me, and love you more for everything you feared might make me love you less. When you cry I guide your tears toward the garden of kisses I once planted on your cheek, so you know they are all perennials. Forgive me, for not being able to weep with you. One day you will understand. One day you will know why I read the poetry of your grief to those waiting to be born, and they are all the more excited. There is nothing I want for now that we are so close I open the curtain of your eyelids with my own smile every morning. I wish you could see the beauty your spirit is right now making of your pain, your deep seated fears playing musical chairs, laughing about how real they are not. My love, I want to sing it through the rafters of your bones, Dying is the opposite of leaving. I want to echo it through the corridor of your temples, I am more with you than I ever was before.  Do you understand? It was me who beckoned the stranger who caught you in her arms when you forgot not to order for two at the coffee shop. It was me who was up all night gathering sunflowers into your chest the last day you feared you would never again wake up feeling lighthearted. I know it’s hard to believe, but I promise it’s the truth. I promise one day you will say it too– I can’t believe I ever thought I could lose you.

love letter from the afterlife, andrea gibson