Ada Limón, from “Sometimes I Think My Body Leaves a Shape in the Air”, The Carrying: Poems
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PSYCHO (1960), dir. Alfred Hitchcock
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red, white & royal blue — casey mcquiston
giovanni's room — james baldwin
blue lily, lily blue — maggie stiefvater
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the song of achilles — madeline miller
night shift — stephen king
euripedes — anne carson
circe — madeline miller
a conjuring of light — v.e. schwab
west wind — mary oliver
the song of achilles — madeline miller
the fragile threads of power — v.e. schwab
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all is well. all is well. ALL IS WELL.
HELL BENT BY LEIGH BARDUGO
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they're everything to me <3
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PSU FOXES: #6 STRIKER, SETH GORDON
“Why do you hate him so much,” Neil clarified, “that you’d wish such a thing on him?”
“Because I’m sick of him getting everything he wants just because he’s Kevin Day,” Seth said. When Matt started to say something, Seth pointed a warning finger at him and kept going. “Do you know what fame gets you, shitface? Everything. All he has to do is ask for it, and someone will give it to him. Doesn’t matter what. Doesn’t matter who. The world is dying to give him anything he wants. “When he broke his hand, his fans cried for him. They flooded our locker room with letters and flowers. The amazing Kevin Day can’t play anymore, they said. Their lives were over. They’d grieve the loss forever. But tell me,” Seth said, leaning forward on the couch to stare at Neil, “when’s the last time anyone cried for you? Never, right? They’re there for Kevin every step of the way, but where were they when we needed them?”
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Tell Maarva I’m okay. Tell her I’m thinking about her.
Andor, Tony Gilroy
Rogue One, Tony Gilroy
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arospec andrew just hits different idk. he thinks ppl are just lying or exaggerating when they talk about romance. he's never felt romantic attraction himself so he just assumes it's made up, no matter what the songs and poets say.
for so long he's certain his feelings for neil are either hallucinations or outright hatred bc he's never felt romantic feelings for anyone and love isn't real anyway, so why would he be feeling any differently now?
but somewhere between kneeling on a hotel floor in Baltimore and ghosting a kiss across neil's hip in the shower, it dawns on him that oh, this is what the poets meant, this is what all those songs were about.
and maybe a lot of it is still made up. maybe romance is all an illusion, a paper-thin fantasy. but when he looks into neil's eyes, andrew knows he's never felt anything more real than this.
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