Jack And Rebecca — First, Last, And And First Words Again.

Harry leaving Rod Stewart’s concert (and jumping on Cal’s back) on 25/4/2013

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“No reason,” he said with a smirk.

I cocked my eyebrow at him, knowing very well that there was never “no reason” for a look like that. We stood at my front door after a night in the city–––drunk with the tension and realization that all of this was way more than just a friendship. There was something real and something fiery buried deep inside of us that we were finally allowing to become a reality.

But we would never say.

No, no––that’d be far too easy.

“No reason?” I questioned.

He held my gaze so intensely for so long that I could feel my knees getting weak. Then the overwhelming sensation of wanting his lips on mine and his body pressed up against me began to flood over me. He leaned into me, keeping his eyes in line with mine and smiled.

“No reason…”

for the other mini one shots:

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the journey home is an endless one

may sarton “letters from maine” // james baldwin “giovanni’s room” // neil gaiman “the graveyard book” // @wordsnquotes-net // anne carson “men in the off hours” // miriam adeney // “no longer fits” // han kang “the vegetarian” // “garden state” dir. zach braff // richard blanco “mexican almuerzo in new england” // mitski “there’s nothing left here for you” // julian barnes “a history of the world in 10 1/2 hours”

it’s like nobody wants to dry hump and make out on the couch in the living room anymore

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me in class: wait what happened

me in class: what do we do

me in class: what do we write

me in class: when's the test

me in class: what is this

me in class: how do you do this

me in class: what

Love is something I can sink my teeth into - something I can eat. I sit here, day after day, tearing chunks out of its soft, willing surface. I know the flesh will grow back by the time the night falls, so what’s the harm in taking a bite?

Food Of Love // Caroline Kizer Twelfth Night // William Shakespeare Still Life with Fruit on a Stone Ledge // Caravaggio Love Me More // Mitski Persimmons // Li-Young Lee Still Life with Ham, Lobster and Fruit // Jan Davidsz de Heem Ode To Wine // Pablo Neruda Norwegian Wood // Haruki Murakami Still Life with Vegetables and Fruit // Vincent van Gogh

Love And Hunger

no, spotify, i don't want to use ai to "turn my ideas into playlists". i already fucking do that with my brain and hands and i do it for fun. what, should i get ai to pet my cat for me? to play my silly games for me? to spend time with my beautiful wife for me? how about i rend you asunder