until now

Fare l'amore con una donna e dormire con una donna sono due passioni non solo diverse ma quasi opposte.
L'amore non si manifesta col desiderio di fare l'amore (desiderio che si applica a una quantitá infinita di donne),
ma col desidero di dormire insieme (desiderio che si applica a un'unica donna).

Milan Kundera, L'insostenibile leggerezza dell'essere

Pict: “Until now” by Yelena Bryksenkova

*deep exhale* Wanted sketch dump I’ve been working on for a few days - this was actually really stress relieving


Haru Ishikawa.


So here’s a thing I wrote based on this awesome post about modern au Thomas leaving James little love notes everywhere. Thanks @flintsredhair for the reblog of it. <3


The first note had been stuck on the front door.

James, my truest love, I made a mistake. I’m sorry.

It was on a pastel blue memo and written in his husband’s finest script which James knew he rarely used these days. He sighed, peeling the note off and opening the door. He’d spent the past few days buried in work, trying to take his mind off of his hurt feelings.

Thomas had cancelled their date night. He’d been under immense pressure as prime minister with new terrorist policies and foreign negotiations. His colleagues had wanted a meeting the same night he and Thomas had planned their own special night. James had wondered if he could ask them to reschedule but the suggestion had only seemed to add to Thomas’s stress. If he did, Thomas had said, it might screw up his schedule for weeks.

They had argued. It was only their second date night and James had been looking forward to it immensely; they’d both been so busy. Thomas had apologized but said there was nothing he could do about it. James didn’t speak to him the rest of that day and the following days he’d only gotten worse.

Now, as James came inside their house he did not see Thomas, but there was another note.

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I am a big Stormpilot fan but can we not…keep cutting out the first Asian woman to ever appear on the cover of Vanity Fair?