for the man who shared his birthday with mine, who hogged all the space in my mother’s womb and who’ve been nothing but a great source of strength, happiest birthday @anterocide. i love you my brother.
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for the man who shared his birthday with mine, who hogged all the space in my mother’s womb and who’ve been nothing but a great source of strength, happiest birthday @anterocide. i love you my brother.
The Fabulous Baker Boys (1989)
Side by side, they were very much alike, in similarity less of lineament than of manner and bearing, a correspondence of gesture which bounced and echoed between them so that a blink seemed to reverberate, moments later, in a twitch of the other’s eyelid. Their eyes were the same color of gray, intelligent and calm.
Wonder Boy With Summer Eyes
He had those fawn-like eyes, you know, like the ones you see peeking out from tall grass? The ones that remind you of summer, the way the cicadas buzz and the way swarms of fireflies illuminate the night like mobile, flickering constellations? They’d light up like car lights on the Fourth of July, flashing dangerously across dirt roads in search of a youth and an eternity that might’ve existed fifty years ago, but not now. They were the summers I’d never live to see, a brutal bombardment of sunshine and bruises that might have happened, but for some reason didn’t, a certain summer one second and another the next, so different from each other and so numerous that there were more in those eyes than anyone could experience in ten, or ten thousand, lifetimes. That Bambi-eyed boy—he’d lasted only as long as the summers his irises had created.
what you think is weird might be familiar in a different perspective…
every car crash is a tragedy & i’m sorry people who don’t know what happened tell you they think they’re pretty
please DO NOT assume that just because my character is doing something that i as the writer
approve of it
am romanticizing it
have a kink with regard to it
think it is okay for anyone to ever do ever
because sometimes my character does things that I absolutely cringe at and which are almost painful to write.
but my writing a villain does not make me a villain
understand that it is fiction and I do not condone the wrong actions that sometimes are written out on my blog for in-character purposes.
It makes me tremble. What. To think back. I remember exactly how I thought life would be.
Anne Carson, from The Beauty of the Husband; “Sad Severe Tango Dance Of Love And Death…,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
I have a great need to be calm so as to reflect and to think things over. I prefer to keep silent.
George Sand, from a letter to Gustave Flaubert featured in The George Sand & Gustave Flaubert Letters (via violentwavesofemotion)
Artemis: I just found out Apollo has me saved in his contacts as "Womb Mate" and I don't know what to do with this information.