I like how there's just two types of people
1 - Glen is so cool omg wanna cherish him let the guy have his pride
2 - Glen is so cool omg wanna put him in a cage and feed him nuts or something
SO happy to hear you're deranged over him 🖤🖤
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rhea come home your girlfriends miss you
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Do you think I’d give up
That this might’ve shook the love from me
Or that I was on the brink
How could you think darling I’d scare so easily?
Now that it’s done
There’s not one thing that I would change
My life was a storm
Since I was born
How could I fear any hurricane?
If someone asked me at the end
I’d tell them put me back in it
Darling, I would do it again
If I could hold you for a minute
Darling, I’d go through it again
I would still be surprised I could find you, darling
In any life
If I could hold you for a minute
Darling, I would do it again
For all that was said
Of where we’d end up at the end of it
When the heart would cease
Ours never knew peace
What good would it be on the far side of things?
It was too soon
When that part of you was ripped away
A grip taking hold
Like a cancer that grows
Each piece of your body that it takes
Though I know my heart would break
I’d tell them put me back in it
Darling, I would do it again
If I could hold you for a minute
Darling, I’d go through it again
I would still be surprised I could find you darling
In any life
If I could hold you for a minute
Darling, I would do it again
I would not change it each time,
Heaven is not fit to house a love
Like you and I
I would not change it each time,
Heaven is not fit to house a love
Like you and I
I would not change it each time,
Heaven is not fit to house a love
Like you and I
Hozier - Francesca
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LOOK AT THE BEAUTIFUL COMMISSION THE LOVELY @your-fellow-passerine DID FOR MEEE
look at our matching pjssss they did an amazing job capturing exactly what i wanted i’m beyond happyyy AND MY NAILSSS I LOVE THEMM AND OUR PIERCINGS JUST HSJDJSJSKSJSXJWNS
tysmmm again! i’m truly so in love!!!🥺🧡💜
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Living flesh in Brite's work is constantly being bound, tied, held, or restrained. Dead flesh, on the other hand, is free; it "melts," "gives birth," and "tells stories." Brite moves from the image of the "binding straps" to the image of a "living blanket"--from an image of hardness, confinement, and impenetrability to an image of warmth and nurture. Brite deconstructs the life/death binary by drawing dead flesh as more lively than living flesh. The novel's characters don't begin to really live until after they're dead -- until the text has made worm's meat of them -- until, like Hamlet, their "too too sullied flesh [melts], thaws, and resolve [s] itself into a dew" (I.ii. 129-30). Brite seems to offer a reading of Hamlet's words in the passage from Exquisite Corpse I'm analyzing here--
seems keenly aware of the not just sad but glorious implications of Hamlet's word "melt." To melt is to become heterogeneous, to be part and parcel with, to absorb and be absorbed. Tran's flesh "melts" and pours into Jay's "ribcage." They give birth through assimilation, moving from two to one, from distinct persons confined inside bodies to a queerly ecstatic heap of worm-infestation. The worms pick their bones "clean," suggesting there is mutual redemption for them in this moment. There is no longer a protagonist and antagonist, a sadist and masochist, a killer and victim; there is only flesh, one mound of rotting, satiated flesh.
The Loveliness of Decay: Rotting Flesh, Literary Matter, and Dead Media., Jesse Stommel
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lady at the dispo calling me sweetheart…. guy who cashed me out saying he thought my battle jacket was dope… Thank u kind weed store workers
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🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹
roses. i’m throwing roses, roses, roses.
It's a challenge and you both know it. He's a man that's never been punked by anyone, or anything, a day in his life. But you're tired of his ability to maintain his composure. It held a power over you that you didn't appreciate or like.
Used to getting what you wanted, his restraint was like the snuffing out of a burning fire. Except you didn't want to be put out or tamed. You wanted to rage. Behind his eyes, you could see him questioning whether or not to tuck away the part of him that wanted to do the same, too. This was new territory for you both. Dangerous, and close to home. But damn if you didn't want to jump headfirst into exploring it anyway.
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reading the tags on posts you guys reblog from me >>>
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BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD!❣️ Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people you adore! Absolutely no pressure but. It's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out <3
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FFXVI is coming out in 10 days and I take no responsibility for the person I will become then 🖤
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Christmas gift for a Mister Renfield? A box wrapped in red and white stripped wrapping paper, with a green bow. It contains a very bright, ugly Christmas sweater. Enjoy!
He smiles softly as he gently unfolds the garment. It's bright and a multitude of colours-- unlike anything else he owns in his bare wardrobe.
He removes his jacket and pulls the sweater on over his head. It's warm and fits perfectly, like a good hug.
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Hello there! I think you bring not only quality Sihtric content but a positive, inclusive, witty and fun space. Your tags on your posts are so clever and funny and they often make me literally lol. So thank you!
part of the: tell me your opinion about me on anon and I can't respond, only post.
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Folie a Deux: Part Deux
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