He wanted so much he felt like he might just split down all his seams and spill out his want everywhere, like blood, like oil; he had become a sickly sweet fistful of fruit, and his need for John was squeezing him so tight his ripened flesh was bursting through those crushing fingers, that inescapable grip of desire.

There was no fighting that. Couldn’t fight the weather, couldn’t fight gravity, hunger, time, entropy; other invulnerable constants; things which had always existed, would always exist; would always push and pull and claw and take and eat until they won, and you lost it all, because you would always lose.

living in fear was nothing new. He’d never not lived in fear; just different amounts of it. Fear of his daddy. Fear of earning enough money to get by once he’d gone. Fear of his mother dying. Fear of the war. Fear of John. Fear of John dying. Fear of John dying. Fear of John dying.

In a way, he had married fear. Only death would part him from it.

سارا بهم می‌گه بامزه~

الان می‌شه نفس کشید

hehe

تقصیر عاشوبه

خیلی بامزه‌ست مردم آمریکا به ارتششون افتخار می‌کنن و وقتی بهشون what about agent orange? white? blue؟ یقه جر می‌دن که THAT WASN'T A WAR CRIME
yeah that's not the problem man you guys went full rainbow on them

you are the only exception
↳「#NineOneOne」

نه من گریه نمی‌کنم

نه دیگه واقعا باید خودمو جمع کنم
از فردا دوباره بوک ترکینگو شروع می‌کنم بلکه یکم خجالت بکشم از انتشار عمومی چیزهایی که می‌خونم و اونایی که سال‌هاست توی لیستمن رو تموم کنم

الیور فقط دوتا مصاحبه فاصله داره تا کات باک با تامی رو استوری کنه بگه⛓‍💥

فیلم بعدی نولان قراره درمورد خون‌آشام‌ها باشه توی سال 1920.

تام هالند و مت دیمن هم داخلشن.

تا درودی دیگر بدرود

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