I think I’m gonna be abandoning this blog. Like, for good this time.
It was fun while it lasted, right?
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what do you want, adam? what do you need, adam? want and need were words that got eaten smaller and smaller: freedom, autonomy, a perennial bank balance, a stainless-steel condo in a dustless city, a silky black car, to make out with blue, eight hours of sleep, a cell phone, a bed, to kiss blue just once, a blister-less heel, bacon for breakfast, to hold blue’s hand, one hour of sleep, toilet paper, deodorant, a soda, a minute to close his eyes.
honestly if u ever think that allison doesn’t care about neil, i’d like to remind u she immediately booked a trip as soon as she found out he’s never been on a vacation before
but also when she took charge of putting make up on him, and stood with him when the ravens’ fans started trashing their stuff, and how she slowly became this tough and dependable friend even though she knows that he’s so tightly tied to seth’s death
such an interesting and beautiful development those two have <3
Ronan:
wakes up next to Adam everyday
Ronan softly, everyday: holy shit
Ronan softly, everyday: holy shit
ronan: [kicks a trash can] i hate school so much. fuck this i dont even wanna graduate. i wont go to college this is bullshit, this is Bullshit [punches a locker] fucking shit damn it i Hate school
adam: [walks in]
ronan: anyways i love school
No filter
know what’s wild? that the trope of like “my father always wanted a son so he treated me, his daughter, like a boy” is so popular and like lowkey loved, but if you ever saw a mother who talked about how much she wanted a daughter instead of a son, or if she treated her son like a girl, like??? people would think she’s awful and that poor boy??
damn wonder why that is 😒
i was high af when i wrote this but it’s still true
The latter is literally the plot of some horror movies.
being socialized female is easily recognized as abuse the moment it’s done to a male child
reblogging for that last comment jfc
neil doesn’t say anything, but after lola he can’t look at lighters the same way. the next time they’re on the roof, neil flinches and andrew doesn’t hesitate before throwing his lighter off the roof. “piece of shit,” he says. “never lights when i need it to.” he carries matches from then on.
*doesnt talk to tumblr friends for 6 months*
*thinks about them and hopes they are okey dokie*
empty elastic fire
stretching into static
drones
the hills crumble under the weight of the blue
the sea was never made with love
why would the rain be any kinder
no one is home
- not even god -
and the sorrows of mother nature pull things to corse
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