I AM NOT INTERESTED IN LIVING A LIFE WHERE I COWER AWAY FROM BEAUTY OR GOODNESS BECAUSE OF THE POTENTIAL TO BE HURT. I AM BARRELING TOWARD IT. LIFE IS GOING TO CRACK ME OPEN LIKE A PIÑATA AND I AM GOING TO LET IT.
Perhaps Billy hitting Steve in the chest while he's crying. His slaps and punches getting slower and less forceful the more Steve pulls him in, wrapping his arms around him, shushing him gently. Stroking his hair, forgiving Billy for the rage. Perhaps.
"The number of hours we have together is actually not so large. Please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. Please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it."
poem by Mikko Harvey
WE’LL BE ALRIGHT. on (accepting) premature endings
motion sickness, phoebe bridgers // fairycosmos // for m, mikko harvey // play with dynamite, amanda fagan // sue zhao // francis forever, mitski // fleabag // jamie anderson // when love arrives, sarah kay and phil kaye // francis forever, mitski // the light that shines when things end, i wrote this for you // high school in jakarta, NIKI
Poetry, art, occasional Harringrove 3 - all of my fandoms haunt me - she/her - bi - libra - 19 - 💚💙
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