light, lighter

he says in the end you're dead, nothing can hurt you which seems to him a more promising beginning, more true.

[kavnskys]

emma | late 20s | i have no control over whats happening here

[imnormal445]

Little drawings I did a couple days ago!

[sovietnam]

[fuckrozanov]

goodmorning this is your assigned shane of the day

[treecitysessions]

There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think this

[kavnskys]

just got taken out of a sex scene in fic bc they said that someone’s knees weren’t great anymore because they were almost 30… girl…

[jewelcoatfish]

shane (a little tipsy) being cornered by a few fans at a bar one night and they ask him what’s the best thing about coming out, expecting him to say something motivating like self-expression and liberation and shane just goes

“i don’t know, probably that i can have ilya’s photos on my phone now :).”

and the whole of non bigot hockey twt just fucking crash out and montreal metros and crowell gets burned at the stake

[truegenius]

parallels that make me insane (1/?)

[roger-rozander]

One of the best days of Ilya's life! 🤤🍝👍💃👨‍👩‍👦‍👦

Ilya wanted to tell Shane that it had been one of the best days of his life. It had been awkward, sure, but Ilya felt that, if he hadn't quite been already, he would be welcomed into Shane's family, and that was no small thing. In fact, to Ilya, who had barely been welcome in his own family, it was huge.

Heated Rivalry, ch 27

[dark-scape]

Other actors: "I want to branch out."

Hamish Linklater: "I want to corner the fuck out of the tiniest possible market."

[ragehangover]

the other thing ill say is it could have been very interesting for reid to address the rapid and inexplicable changes to shane’s personality at the end of the long game (immediately overcoming his disordered eating, not wanting to watch the stanley cup finals, passively forgiving everyone offscreen, being excited to play in ottawa without complications) as like……. shane is experiencing a severe dissociative episode.

shane — who at this point has spent the entire book being told by literally everyone that he needs to be less mopey and anxious and to support ilya’s life more — fully compartmentalises everything and pushes all of it down. he’s never been happier, truly. yes he’d love to host the centaurs at his new house without warning. he’d love to do a photoshoot. he’d love to post a video on instagram. he’d love to be the butt of the joke. look how much fun he’s having. this is great. he just needs to be less worried about everything and it’ll all work out. ilya will take care of it. he just needs to go to the back of the line. yes, he wants another slice of chocolate cake please and thank you

ideally i think. ilya and his parents would perhaps slowly catch on that the bizarre stepford wife act is in fact a coping mechanism and shane hollander the person is in fact grieving in total freefall. itd be nice for other characters to objectively look at the situation and think. man i can’t believe we were mad at shane for getting threatened by the commissioner of the nhl or being outed twice over or being accused of cheating and losing both his professional career and his reputation. but in the meantime shane is doing just awesome thanks for asking.

[bitchass97]

My Shane is an enabler. He’s gonna roll his eyes and tell ilya to fuck himself, but he loves that shit. He’s icing Ilya injuries after a fight barely hiding the fact that he found it funny. He’s providing information for chirps. He’s joining in on the fun cause he loves his husband. Idk man I just don’t think Shane, who fell in love with the NHLs biggest asshole is gonna be annoyed when he’s being an asshole.

[soracities]

“I’m not telling you to make the world better, because I don’t think that progress is necessarily part of the package. I’m just telling you to live in it. Not just to endure it, not just to suffer it, not just to pass through it, but to live in it. To look at it. To try to get the picture. To live recklessly. To take chances. To make your own work and take pride in it. To seize the moment. And if you ask me why you should bother to do that, I could tell you that the grave’s a fine and private place, but none I think do there embrace. Nor do they sing there, or write, or argue, or see the tidal bore on the Amazon, or touch their children. And that’s what there is to do and get it while you can and good luck at it.”

— Joan Didion, Commencement Address at UC Riverside (1975)

[gretchen-anner]

[sonnywortzik]

conditions of love: the philosophy of intimacy

[lunchboxpoems]

DUST

Someone spoke to me last night, told me the truth. Just a few words, but I recognized it. I knew I should make myself get up, write it down, but it was late, and I was exhausted from working all day in the garden, moving rocks. Now, I remember only the flavor — not like food, sweet or sharp. More like a fine powder, like dust. And I wasn’t elated or frightened, but simply rapt, aware. That’s how it is sometimes — God comes to your window, all bright light and black wings, and you’re just too tired to open it.

DORIANNE LAUX

[soracities]

“…Cruelty drifted up in all the cracks of her like spring snow.”

— Anne Carson, from ‘The Glass Essay’

[lifeinpoetry]

“I have a trick: what I’m incapable of feeling, I imagine as a place— like how this throbbing in my brain is now the sound of your rowing toward, what I pray is, if not home, then mercy.”

— William Brewer, from “To the Addict Who Mugged Me,” published in Horsethief