eat it, bitch.

In the end, this volume should be read a s a collection of love stories, Above all, they are tales of love, not the love with which so many stories end – the love of fidelity, kindness and fertility – but the other side of love, its cruelty, sterility and duplicity. In a way, the decadents did accept Nordau's idea of the artist as monster. But in nature, the glory and panacea of romanticism, they found nothing. Theirs is an aesthetic that disavows the natural and with it the body. The truly beautiful body is dead, because it is empty. Decadent work is always morbid, but its attraction to death is through art. What they refused was the condemnation of that monster. And yet despite the decadent celebration of artifice, these stories record art's failure in the struggle against natural horror. Nature fights back and wins, and decadent writing remains a remarkable account of that failure

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rolls in. hello my sweet peas, it’s your lovely clem. i think, as you can tell, peachyblade has been awkwardly inactive for a while - and that is because of how much of a toll college is taking on me. so, as you can expect, i am putting peachyblade on a lil hiatus over here. feel free to message me at astrovein!

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笨扽.

    a low chuckle coming from the back of his throat as he rises from his seat slowly,  “pity? don’t get it twisted. i’m here offering you an opportunity that can benefit the both of us.”

a roll of his eyes. “sounds more like it’ll benefit you.” he leans back in his seat, fixing the other with an apathetic stare. “i don’t even have any skills.” he’s fucking worthless.

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my brother's husband.

tae  sighs.    a  constant  need  for  further  explanation  -  often  on  the  simplest  things  -  seems  be  a  common  trait  among  the  han  brothers.

unfortunately,  this  is  not  simple.    it  may  very  well  be  a  life  or  death  situation.

“  focus,  hansol.    this  is  really  important.    connie’s  gonna  be  pissed  if  you  buy  the  wrong  baby  formula,  and  i  don’t  think  either  of  us  are  prepared  for  that  kind  of  wrath.  “

a little groan escapes his mouth and the taller throws his head back, adam’s apple bobbing. “they all look the same, why do i have to get a specific one?” he points to a small glass jar, filled with a green substance. “look at this one, it’s like three dollars cheaper than the other stuff. let’s just get this.” growing up poor teaches you things.

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gricved:

— listening carefully to the other’s words, trying to comprehend the other’s opinion. he fiddled with the hem of his sleeve ( a habit he developed to deal with jittery feelings ), “but families have a mommy and daddy,” he responded, “who’s the mommy and who’s the daddy ??” he asked, canting his head to the side, “do we not have one ??”

he stares at the older in front of him, eyes closing as he tries to explain it in a way that ian might be able to understand. “not all families have to have a mom and dad.” he leans forward, moving his hands around. “sometimes people have two moms or two dads, or something else. they’re still a family.” hansol sits back in his chair, hoping he’s explained it well. “we’re kinda the same. no parents, but a family.”

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“please, please.” he gasps, hand clutching his heart as he struggles to breathe. “just, go - don’t pay attention to me.” “go away.” @paidsoul

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“don’t fucking pity me.” a snort, and fengge is standing up, pushing himself away from the other. “i don’t need your pity.” “it’s disgusting.”  @paidsoul

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“you were foolish to think that i ever cared.” he says it with no remorse, expression bare of any emotion, stone fucking cold. @kncwme

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he looks fixedly at the other, casting his gaze up and down, before opening his mouth ever so slightly.                                “what the fuck?” @auroralvein

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axel pauses, looking up at dominique for a second before letting his head drop. “it...it wasn’t hard. you know? leaving?” his voice gets choked up and he wipes a single tear. “they didn’t care anyways. believed what the police said and just...disowned me.” @gricved

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“it’s not that hard to comprehend, dude.” hansol grumbles underneath his mask, looking down at his lap before glancing up at ian. “we’re family. it doesn’t matter that we’re not blood related. we’re family.” @gricved

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I LITERALLY DON’T WANNA DO MY DRAFTS I DON’T KNOW WHY but instead like this for a starter from one of the boys

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imessage to: hot prof

LEVI: thanks, do you dance?

LEVI: you know you're gonna have to dance for me right?

LEVI: it's alright, just move quickly

LEVI: okay describe where you're at, once you leave the dorms

DEWEI: a little bit? but mostly just interpretive

DEWEI: i am in a green area

DEWEI: nice trees

DEWEI: i like trees they're very spiritual

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imessage to: hot prof

LEVI: oh um yeah, i don't care

LEVI: an audience makes things more fun

LEVI: professors aren't usually around dorms

LEVI: we do. have you not been given some sort of a tour?

DEWEI: !!!! i'm sure you're a great dancer i am very excited

DEWEI: :DDD

DEWEI: oh yeah that is ... weird

DEWEI: no ....

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imessage to: hot prof

LEVI: i dance to it a lot actually

LEVI: i would look at your weirdly too

LEVI: who knows, i don't pay mind to that, but you should get away from that area

LEVI: can you see the clocktower from where you are?

DEWEI: you should ! let me watch you dance to it

DEWEI: only if you want

DEWEI: wait why should i get away from that area

DEWEI: ... we have a clocktower at our campus?

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imessage to: hot prof

LEVI: it's not healthy~

LEVI: to island goddess, rihanna's song? yes

LEVI: oh ! wow sorry, i was going to go on an entire tangent.

LEVI: where are you now?

DEWEI: yeah it's that a student's phone went off and played it i liked it

DEWEI: i think by a dorm? a freshman just looked at me weirdly

DEWEI: or at least i think it was a freshman i can't really tell college students look very old

DEWEI: they either look really old or really young

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imessage to: hot prof

DEWEI: sos means someone help me

DEWEI: those are the correct lyrics to the song right

DEWEI: help i can't find my office i'm already lost

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