Vamphorricgooner - Melt Into Air

I mean surely we all grew up feeling like there was a wrongness inherently deep inside us that will endure for the rest of our lives

TIMOTHEE CHALAMET and TAYLOR RUSSELL BONES AND ALL — 2022, dir. Luca Guadagnino

So apparently hating yourself doesn’t absolve you of any guilt, who would’ve thought?

This is actually a fundamental belief of mine. It’s actually at the core of who I am and how I understand the world.

my sister and i had a debate about the sexuality of vampires and i want it to be known that i was immovable in my conviction that all vampires are queer by nature

Sharing a Cigarette with Joan of Arc, Dante Émile

i dont eroticise anything btw everything's already erotic. im just revealing a truth thats been there all along

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days of the week;

monday: snoozing your alarm clock, navy, seeing the moon in the morning, vanilla ice cream, writing poetry, blurry photographs, windswept hair, iced coffee

tuesday: seeing a cat on the street, a light rain shower, untied shoelaces, indistinct music from someone else’s earphones, empty coffee shops, denim jackets, long train rides

wednesday: pastel highlighters, drinking water, group laughter, plucking daisy petals, floral scents, counting down to a birthday, peonies

thursday: old books, a downpour, telling the truth, comfortable silence, hand holding, wrapping a gift, the smell of leather, reminiscence

friday: neon lights, sweet cravings, a little bit drunk, falling in love with a stranger, remembering your dreams, cherry red, late night showers, desserts at midnight

saturday: watering plants, childhood cartoons, a bowl of cereal, meeting someone new, waking up early and laying in bed, spontaneous plans, sitting on a rooftop

sunday: strawberry smoothies, golden hour, a soft feeling of wistfulness, lazy afternoons, 4pm naps, lofi mixes, deja vu, long daydreams, lighting sparklers

there are powerlines in my bloodline

I don't care if she commits atrocities, bro, she's justified by the narrative

There’s something about being home for the holidays. The bathroom fan sounds the same, and I’m still not sure this house has ever been mine. I really want it to be. I look so different. I’m so much more than 12-yo me could have hoped for. Walking quietly through the house at night like im still young. The bathroom fan sounds the same. I’m going to get back to my life.