You either ascend or descend
i've been meaning to ask! do you know who made this image? it's very cool
Composited it myself from some ol' album artwork of "Will You Miss Me"! Believe it's in the style of Aubrey Beardsley illustrations!
you don't have to answer this at all but at least let me know you've seen it, absolutely phenomenal job on this so far. i saw posts from like 2016?? you've been planning this for 8 years or more. thats crazy/ amazing job. im eager to see whats in store for this :)
Thanks a ton! Kid, it’s been a few years — decades — longer than that!
Yes, Mal visited discord once. She ended up dropping pieces badly and it left damage afterwards even when she returned to her website. It just worries me. I'd honestly love to see you guys working together and maybe helping each other more than see you bicker like this. That said, I don't think I ever said it, but congratulations on reuniting! You two are sweet.
oh that makes sens e! but i don t know if it's the same here. will is h elpi ng me st ay toge the r. and th ank you. i'm very ha ppy to be b a c k and i think i re cognize you! lots of old fr iends were on the w aves with me i'm finding. sorry for forg ett in g you a ll. i want us to w ork t oge the r too.
Thanks for the congratulations! Boy, am I glad to have him around. Didn't make a registry or nothin' but getting all these gifts anyway has been a hoot!
How'd you meet Tati?
Through the boy she used to go steady with - short-lived as that was..
I was there watching him pull out all the stops for her.
Not exactly compatible. Well --
All things of the past now.
Wow! That is spectacular! Thanks for adding the tip-toes -- I do hafta get on them to kiss my sweetheart, ha! Ha! It's swell to dance together. I love the way you do his curls!
aw! that's really great, thank you. love his little pinstriped pants and all. and boy, wish we could hold each other that way in here - we can do all sorts of things, maybe some of 'em better, i wouldn't know, but not a simple dance. tension between your hand and a coat sleeve. fabric that folds. it would be nice. i bet.
the guys <33
@williamy3w lil welcome (back) to tumblr gift for you guys :]]
Hypothetically, if you found out that someone else put you in the abime, how would you feel about that?
What, like a sorta biographer trailin’ me around all my life? Unsure how someone else could put me in here!
Internal organs. The World Book. v.1. 1923.
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Second day of these memory logs. Today, Henry asked me my favorite memory. And I said I’m at this dance hall in Harlem, right? Maybe mid-twenties. Maybe the night of January 7th 1925. It’s hard to really cast my mind back that far, you know? It’s all some kinda mishmash, memories existing at the same time. Or maybe I’ve just got a real crappy memory. Well, I’m standing in a corner — must not be a huge one for parties, or maybe I knew I was a bit queer — and I remember everything glowing all golden-like. High ceilings, all decked out. It’s a gas. Dancers all crowding the floor, a man spinning his sweetheart past me as he fixes his tie with the other hand. A woman laughing to my right. The smell of booze. And that music. That swing. I feel the music surrounding me in my bones, shaking me from the inside out, just like it’s shaking everyone else in this joint. Just coasting along to the vibrations.
And then — fewer people this time. The night’s winding down, fellas are going home with their dolls. We’re giving one last hurrah for the couples still knocking it out on the dance floor. These kids are a bit more sauced now, swaying and laughing and bumping into each other. They dimmed the lights some. I’m still sticking around in my corner. Nobody by my side now. And that music. Still loud as hell, ringing out the night, shaking me from the inside out. And that’s kinda it, I told him. Great night.
Just two fellas who spend their time en abime. We'll see ya there!
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