“Are we just friends if it’s your breath on my neck late at night or if it’s our laced fingers beneath your covers? How tightly do we need to be pressed against each other before you admit that you aren’t doing this for warmth? How many times does your thumb need to brush my lips before we realize that we’ve gone too far?”
— tara love / this. this is too far.
MY FAULT: LONDON ( 2025 ) dir. Charlotte Fassler, Dani Girdwood
ok but an immortal couple who break up and get back together every thirty years or so, and they’re messy as fuck, like every couple decades they break up and swear that they’ll never speak for the rest of eternity, until inevitably one tracks the other down and shows up like “okay, i’ve elected to forgive you, we’re together again” and the other is like “BUT WHO SAYS I FORGIVE YOU FOR THE AL CAPONE INCIDENT” and then they’re arguing/making out and meanwhile the rest of the immortal community just groans and rolls their eyes because jesus christ, this again, they have been doing this since the holy roman empire.
i’m dating your brother but that doesn’t stop you from whispering in my ear that you can fuck me better or for trying to finger me under the table and god he doesn’t kiss my neck the way you do and we’ve been sneaking around behind his back and i feel so guilty but you make me feel so good