Flicker, Fever, Fill The Storm

i dont consider myself a 'fashion guru' by any means but one thing i will say is guys you dont need to know the specific brand an item you like is - you need to know what the item is called. very rarely does a brand matter, but knowing that pair of pants is called 'cargo' vs 'boot cut' or the names of dress styles is going to help you find clothes you like WAAAYYYY faster than brand shopping

hexcore bless viktor's new spinal column

грязные мечты голодной бомжихи по имени джейс

I have female hysteria + male loneliness + toxic masculinity + dark empath abilities

what do you mean I can't control everything, why not

I feel lonely. I feel worse—strange. And when I leave I cry in the car. And I say to myself that the trouble with life is that people are strangers. Anne...people are strangers. I don't know if I can go on spilling myself out to people—those strange strangers. As I may have said, I am not at home in myself. I seem to be a ship that is sailing out of my own life.

Anne Sexton, from a letter to Anne Clarke dated 23 March 1964

who am i?

miles to go, kait kerrigan and bree lowdermilk / practice and science of drawing, harold speed / tumblr user @/avainblue / the sympathizer, viet thanh nguyen / come on in!, charles bukowski / this night has opened my eyes, the smiths

after the conversation about eddie sucking at dating in the truck i'm convinced that when buck finally has his feelings realisation he discovers a new kink for eddie's complete lack of game. it only gets worse when they're officially dating. the first time eddie stammers his way through asking buck on a date, buck is instantly hard. eddie tries to do the yawn move and tweaks his shoulder and buck is in his lap before he can blink. he attempts a striptease and trips over his jeans and buck is on him like a puma in heat. it's an endless feedback loop where as buck gets hornier eddie gets more flustered which only makes buck even hornier.