my pretty boys
breaks ur back mountain
+ a version w/o the words
text is from break by alex g !!!! because i am a little loser guy who went crazy over an edit of brokeback mountain to that song
laying on my wooden bedroom floors, having shitty nicotine withdrawals, listening to American Dream by LCD Soundsystem and waging a holy fucking war against Ang Lee, Annie Proulx, and fucking God for creating Brokeback Mountain and in turn causing detrimental effects on my personal idea of what love should and shouldn’t look like and how fucking unattainable it always seems.
I can be my own fucking depressed, repressive, and angry cowboy, man. just watch.
“What Jack remembered and craved in a way he could neither help nor understand was the time that distant summer on Brokeback when Ennis had come up behind him and pulled him close, the silent embrace satisfying some shared and sexless hunger. They had stood that way for a long time in front of the fire, its burning tossing ruddy chunks of light, the shadow of their bodies a single column against the rock. The minutes ticked by from the round watch in Ennis’s pocket, from the sticks in the fire settling into coals. Stars bit through the wavy heat layers above the fire. Ennis’s breath came slow and quiet, he hummed, rocked a little in the sparklight and Jack leaned against the steady heartbeat, the vibrations of the humming like faint electricity and, standing, he fell into sleep that was not sleep but something else drowsy and tranced…” – Annie Proulx
BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN (2005) dir. Ang Lee
oh lord, how i know, oh lord, how i see / that only can the maker make a happy man of me
A couple of walldogs
I keep stressing myself out over working on big, involved pieces, so here’s something nice and simple
