boys unbuckling their belts is the hottest thing in the world tbh

i read this as “seat belts” and i was like “no stay safe”

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I wonder what certain directors do when they’re down and feel hopeless.

Like I’m certain Spike Jonze just has a little diary and listens to 90s emo.

Quentin Tarantino probably just tells his feelings to fuck themselves.

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He says ‘I don’t get it, why are you still a virgin at 24?’

He says ‘I don’t believe you, I’ve seen you walk, virgins don’t walk like that’

He says, ‘That ain’t natural, people are supposed to fuck.’

He asks ‘Why though? No offence though.’

I ask ‘When was your first time?’

He says ‘I was 12’

He says ‘I know what you’re thinking, that’s too young.’

I look at his knuckles, he has two good hands.

He says ‘She was older than me.’

I ask ‘How old?’

And he says ‘It’s better that the girl is older, that’s how I learnt all things I know’

He licks his lips.

I ask again ‘How old?’

He says ‘I could use one finger to make you sob’

I think of my brother in prison and I can’t remember his face.

I ask again ‘How old?’

He says ‘Boys become men in the laps of women, you know?’

I think of my mother’s face lined with her bad choices in men.

He says ‘If you were mine you wouldn’t get away with this shit, I’d eat you for hours, I’d gut you like fruit.’

I think of my cousin’s circumcision, how he feels like a mermaid, not human from the waist down.

He says ‘I’d look after you, you know?’

I laugh, I ask for the last time ‘How old?’

He says ‘34.’

He says ‘She was beautiful though and I know what you’re thinking but it’s not like that, I’m a man, I’m a man, I’m a man. No one could ever hurt me’.


Warsan Shire, Crude Conversations With Boys Who Fake Laughter Often (via stillmeaningless)


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I am mesmerized by boys who wear their hair in buns

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If for some strange reason, we got together i would stop the e, the molly, the powder the fucking beautiful crystal bc i wouldnt need that artificial happiness, a night of fake love that had exhausted me a week of happiness and left me alone and forgotten, only until i was able to recharge my energy

I would stop it bc we’d be laying together after a night of alcohol binging, and i would breathe in ur familiar scent and be more happy than id ever be, while u snore and my cat licks ur forehead.

I could be so in love


its weird how different your life could be if people found you more or less attractive

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