#something sacred

[vro0ms-evil-twin]

Thinking about the very gay very sexual very hot tailor to the popes Filippo Sorcinelli.

[theoneandonlysadie]

I think about that first time she let me hold her hand. We were both 9, the adults were in the other room. We were watching a movie called the Black stallion. Our hands were hidden under the covers because it felt taboo. But I can remember that feeling to this day. I ask, do you remember that first touch?

I remember the first touch like it was yesterday. Something sacred and special, just for me.

Thank you for sharing 💕

[hiddenprincessx]

You always reach into my heart and heal pieces of me I don’t let anyone see. It’s like you can tell from the sound of my voice and the pauses in my speech where the wound is. And then you reach into it, not to poke it and make it bleed but to heal it gently and with grace and then you leave. And when you leave I feel it bleed ever so slightly. My heart will always be with you, not in a loud and obnoxious way but in a silent and constant way. In a way that promises something explosive just beneath the surface. I love you more than I can put into words, and I know you love me. You aren’t the one that got away because that would boil this down into something cheap and temporary. And you— you are far from that.

[someplacein-between]

i wish i was the only person on earth sometimes. i could dream about the people id be missing, imagine scenarios that would break the loneliness. those are better than how people really are. i think i'd be happier lamenting over the things i wanted than actually being faced with the fact that i could never really have them.

[mysweetetc]

Kettering | The Antlers

But something kept me standing by that hospital bed I should have quit, but instead, I took care of you You made me sleep and uneven, and I didn’t believe them When they told me that there was no saving you

[magnoliafullbloom]

PapaChow for late lunch before the museum. (All of this in attempt to shake the clouds, but i'm beginning to think and beginning to see that hiding there within them is the better decision and will benefit me in the future.)

Just seconds ago, I overhead a mother say into her phone, “life is so short.” She said it like she meant it like she lived it like she wanted the person on the other end of the line to understand it and to believe it as something that will never change; remember always, death waits for us. I wonder how she would respond if I told her I knew it well.

I want to talk to a stranger about this, someone, anyone. i don't even care to hear your name. I just want someone to sympathize with me. I worry there is not a single knowing person who'd have this specific conversation with me. I don't blame them though, this shit is too real and too grim. 

[fuckyeahhlots]

Munch dressed as a priest saying "It's glock time you son of a bitch" never fails to crack me up.

[fuckyeahhlots]

You know, the thing about Baltimore is we're an easy-going town. You murder one Catholic priest, you've gotten our attention. But hey, you murder two, we take it personally.

Detective Francis Xavier Pembleton