a tired artist

[s0meoneonpluto]

“I destroy you like I am”

[s0meoneonpluto]

“shut up and dance with me”

[s0meoneonpluto]

“my God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?”

[s0meoneonpluto]

“ He took my arm

I don't know how it happened

We took the floor and he said

<< shut up and dance with me>>”

[s0meoneonpluto]

“my God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?”

[s0meoneonpluto]

you should see me in a crown

[s0meoneonpluto]

Pipe dream.

[glazedeye-s]

“what he knew, he knew from books, and books lied, they made things prettier”

— hanya yanagihara, a little life.

[s0meoneonpluto]

Day 6 AFTGtober: softness.

[s0meoneonpluto]

I’ll breathe, and long past midnight, your last kiss. - Edwin Morgan, One Cigarette

Andrew Minyard, one year before meeting Neil Josten.

[s0meoneonpluto]

What are you wearing there Neil?

[s0meoneonpluto]

James Farrow, the hero.

[s0meoneonpluto]

- 1/?

- Jude at the monastery.

[primulaceas]

Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

[loveufor10000yrs]

a little life, hanya yanigihara // days of november, sai assari

[mcnsieurfeuilly]

But back then, back on Lispenard Street, I didn’t know so much of this. Then, we were only standing and looking up at that red-brick building, and I was pretending that I never had to fear for him, and he was letting me pretend this: that all the dangerous things he could have done, all the ways he could have broken my heart, were in the past, the stuff of stories, that the time that lay behind us was scary, but the time that lay ahead of us was not.

[awanqi]

Narcissus