"where the hell is ronan" and "andrew joseph minyard , what the flying fuck have you done this time?" <<<3333333
subtle intimacy is so soft. knowing someone’s routine and slowly becoming a part of it. memorising favourite teas and soups and drink orders. good morning and good night texts and messy paragraphs of love written half asleep. nicknames only you know. just small things that say “look how dear you are to me.”
One struggle 🫡
if we keep getting fatter and hornier we can abolish all world militaries by 2026
The foxes are maybe the most interesting iteration of the found family trope I've ever seen. They love each other. They hate each other. They spend half their time fighting. They literally hide behind each other when threatened. They call each other slurs. They're all gay and date each other. They're mentally ill and traumatised. They're so problematic it's ridiculous. Canonically three of them are murderers. They have a massive sleepover where they all snuggle together .Some of them have about two lines of dialogue together. What the fuck
― Speeches for Dr Frankenstein, Margaret Atwood
[text ID: you dangle on the leash / of your own longing; your / need grows teeth]
literally always unsettled me but had never bothered to articulate why
yes girl you are so [if i loved you less i might be able to talk about it more] [hands are unbearably beautiful] [i'll take care of you it's rotten work not to me not if it's you] [if you are intolerable let me be the one to tolerate you] [i could recognise him by touch alone] [i love you i want us both to eat well] [on purpose i love you on purpose] [whatever our souls are made of his and mine are the same] [i am half agony half hope] [you have bewitched me body and soul and i love love love you] [he is half of my soul as the poets say] [i'm sick of people saying that love is all a woman is fit for but i'm so lonely] [i love you most ardently] [let me stay tender hearted despite despite despite] [someone has to leave first this is a very old story there is no other version of this story] [mostly i want to be kind] [tell me how all this and love too will ruin us] [you said i killed you haunt me then] [someone somewhere can you understand me a little love me a little] [i will love you as misfortune loves orphans as fire loves innocence and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong] [sorry about the blood in your mouth i wish it was mine] [who will come into my kitchen and be hungry for me] can we kiss now
unless you literally want to crack open your rib cage and have me crawl inside do NOT flirt with me.
NEW GIRL | 6x19 “Socalyalcon VI”
HBO's The Last Of Us, Ep 3 | The kiss by Gustav Klimt | In Bed by Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec | View to the Castle Pillnitz by Johann Christian Clausen Dahl | In Bed: The Kiss, Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec
Paralells to art in episode 3 of hbo's the last of us
stewy hosseini could do my prada's at the cleaners along with my hoodie and my fuck you flip-flops and eduardo saverin could do fuck you too you pusillanimous piece of fucking fool's gold
Nick Offerman and Murray Bartlett as Bill and Frank, The Last of Us (HBO) 1x03
JUDAS KISS: an act of betrayal, especially one disguised as a gesture of friendship
the betrayal of christ by judas, caravaggio / the hunger games, suzanne collins / squid game (2021), dir. huang dong-hyuk / miss missing you, fall out boy / the social network (2010), dir. david fincher / julius caesar, shakespeare / the death of julius caesar, vincenzo camuccini
In honour of me finally getting this blog up and running.... I grant you all this
“I’m sorry that I love you like this”
the social network / virginia woolf / lizzy mcalpine - “just because” / mac and KJ - paper girls) / ross gay (quietvoiced) / richard siken / brokeback mountain / moonlight / salma deera / pablo neruda / the social network / louise o’neill - only ever yours
cornflower blue - flower face / aftg extra content / all for the game - nora sakavic
Thinking about what the first drawing of the year with foxes I would like to create — I immediately remembered the scene with the keys 🤧
key, home. part 1
oh to be whisked off to Europe to study art on my rich relative’s money and run into my childhood love while on a carriage ride through the park and leap out of my seat into his arms, propriety be damned, and have him fall for me as he watches me paint, and tell him off for treating me poorly only for him to say that I’ve never been his second choice, and leave my boring fiancé and my perceived duties behind to pursue my truest happiness and marry my childhood love, and watch for the rest of our lives as our love deepens from childish infatuation to deep, unconditional affection