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boydswan:
What’s the worst thing you ever done?
📞msgs: scrumptious
MON: HEY yummy....
MON: ive been trying to get ahold of u
MON: where u been? we havent tlked in so long r u avoiding me :B did i do something?
MON: im real sorry if i did i wld like 2 right my wrong so to speak
femaledaily:
CLAIRO on her Instagram story (12/05/2020)
“There’s this pain in my chest, recently,” the rosary dangling against her sternum is laced in between her fingers. She tugs it, fiddles with the beads, pupils huge and shivering. “A horrible pain. I don’t know if it’s my heart... Or my lungs... I don’t know where... It is. Can you tell me?” Perched upon the windowsill of a stranger’s home, the party surrounding them is encased in green light. So many bodies. The carpet is dingy and gritty. There are broken bottles across the bedroom floor. Scratches in the leather upholstery of an ancient couch. Mon takes the wrist of her company and directs them, places their palm to her chest, the space right below her collarbone. Thump-thump-thump. Against her back is nothing but cold air and a fire escape. She seems lost, here, her hair damp from sweat and sticking to her cheeks, framing her face like a portrait of a woman etched in the newspaper. Displaying her beauty, breathlessly, hoping someone will notice. “Can you feel it? My body? Has it died?”
“Imagine if,” his whole face is lost in a thick billow of smoke, each drag wrung out from the cherried end of a dying blunt. It’s shameless and pungent, and lights up a deep red when a flame kisses it. He tosses the match after stubbing it out against the metal bench underneath him, body slumped against the seat like a doll your grandmother made you out of spare fabric when you were young. No structure. No symmetry. “This last moment was it for you. I’on mean that shit ominously,” Sandy sure does look the part, however, smudged facepaint and long leather trenchcoat, satin tie loosely circled around the collar of his dress shirt like a leash. There’s a hole in the knee of his slacks. “But, really, imagine. What if a red dot showed up on my chest, right now? What if someone was sitting up at the top of some building, aiming down at me... That’s some shit. Some shit... ‘n what’s worse, is when you really consider God as part of the picture, you see ‘im for what he fuckin’ is -- a sniper. Someone could fuckin’ shoot me anytime, though -- they could shoot me. God could shoot me. And I’d be fucking dead,” weak and wilting, he passes the spliff. It’s nothing to be thankful for, already greedily puffed down to bare bones. “Take it and think real hard. You happy with your choices? You happy with yourself?”
Drive Me Crazy (1999) dir. John Schultz
struts in with my hands on my hips...... whts all this then. (pinterest)
* CLAIRE COTTRILL, NONBINARY + SHE/THEY | you know MONSERRAT MARCHESI, right? they’re TWENTY, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, SIX YEARS? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to DARE BY GORILLAZ a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole DRUNK WALK HOME, LOW RISE JEANS, POUNDING HEADACHE THAT STARTS TO FEEL GOOD ONCE YOU GET USED TO IT thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is DECEMBER 11th, so they’re a SAGITTARIUS, which is unsurprising, all things considered.
slurps u all up n lets my tongue hang out of my mouth like a st bernard..... its i... jim. finally got this up n after chipping away at this block of blank space like a precious ice sculpture melting away as i take my sweet time..... im sry my sexies..... as u kno jst yell at me to plot n ill scramble up to u with my grubby little paws n offer u access to all of my brain at ur request..... this has suddenly turned into some sort of sick n twisted hannibal lecter rp....... also check out this one (1) somewhat suitable gif i found.... r u kidding me.... (pinterest)
* ÉMILE WOON, NONBINARY + HE/THEY | you know SANDY YEOH, right? they’re TWENTY-THREE, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, a little bit over SIX MONTHS? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to FALLING BY JULEE CRUISE a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole CAUGHT IT ALL ON CAMERA, MISSING FROM YOUR OWN EXISTENCE, LEFT THE BACK DOOR OPEN JUST TO SEE IF ANYTHING WOULD HAPPEN thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is JANUARY 17th, so they’re a CAPRICORN, which is unsurprising, all things considered.
My body was plastered in black and red freckles, hair like stitching, cracked rivers of skin. This has not changed. These parts still make my body and yet, this body is not my own, held by other’s eyes just enough that sometimes I look at it unacquainted.
— Naima Tokunow, from “DEVOTIONS RESURRECTED,” Shadow Black (via lifeinpoetry)
When I am alone, I feel penitent, my heart damp like cold metal.
— Ken Chen, from “Taipei Novel,” Juvenilia (via lifeinpoetry)