FIC AESTHETICS: love in the bodies of the elephants too
And how ridiculous a picture, these two boys in this beautiful hotel room, playing pretend—pretending they weren't each other's doings and undoings, that their souls were not made of the same star stuff, that they were not so completely each other's they could not set themselves apart. That they kept saying I just and I want like they did not already have it, laying there for them, ready, having been ready all this time and before there was a time.












