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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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@bruisepilled
“Be willing to go alone sometimes. You don’t need permission to grow. Not everyone who started with you will finish with you. And that’s OK.”
— Unknown
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
The slam of car doors has barely faded when Elio backs him up against the smooth plaster of their bedroom wall, and Oliver’s heart gets lodged in his throat as impatient fingers fumble with the knot of his shorts. Outside, a sultry voice drifts from the stereo of Issac and Mounier’s flashy convertible - something vaguely familiar from Sunday afternoons at his bubbe’s house - but Oliver doesn’t have the wherewithal to place it over the pounding throb at his temple.
He’s still not used to it, is the thing. The crumbled ruins of pretence that now lie underfoot. The carefully constructed barriers that fell like a house of cards the moment he let his heart overrule his head. Never believed it was even possible when familial obligation had him burying his urges beneath a suffocating veil of expectation. But Elio’s love makes him tall as Olympus and strong as a god, and Oliver will be damned five times over if he spends the rest of his life in hiding.
“This is real,” Elio assured him just two days ago in the garden. “Questo è possibile. We’re in this together.”
But it’s daunting nonetheless, and the fact he can hold him - kiss him - let his body respond at will, causes him to swallow thickly when warm lips scatter a mosaic of open-mouthed kisses to the hinge of his jaw.
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Do y’all think siblings in medieval times would look at the little beasts in illuminated manuscripts and point at each other like ‘ha! ‘Tis thou!’
the idea that your friends won't like you if you're too weird is wrong for example one time I told a friend whenever I was losing my mind I laid down on the floor under my desk and stared at it until I was better and next time she visited me she taped a bag of salami snacks to the underside of my desk with a message saying "going insane all by yourself, handsome?" which I only saw months later when I had a breakdown. that's friendship.
— William Chapman
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As much as I love studying Psychology, my intrusive thoughts are telling me to learn Italian & then study art history in Florence instead. I love this city so much~
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