Sometimes I Bleed.

Sometimes I bleed.

The Others | 2001 | dir. Alejandro Amenábar

Having ur main emotional response be crying is so embarrassing like ill be trying to explain why im mad or ill try having a serious convo abt smthn that upsets me and ill start crying like a baby and i have to like turn around and go “i am not crying 4 pity or to emotionally manipulate u im crying cuz im a little bitch, give me a sec”

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Happy Birthday @da-rulah ♡♡♡

good boy but in the way you praise a hunting dog after you have it gore something

listen to me. take my hand. I love you. Listen shhh I was a child in this fandom once. I was like thirty. I liked the songs but couldn’t understand the attraction to these old men. Shh listen. I saw Copia live for the first time in his military jacket. And I was like ‘ah fuck he’s got me’ and he was all I had eyes for. Come here, listen. Terzo intimidated me. Secondo’s unpainted face puzzled me. Hang on. It hurt my heart when I saw Primo being left out of things because of his advanced age. I adored young Nihil and tolerated old Nihil. The feelings flipped. They did barrel rolls. Stay with me. I love you. I started following artists. I started reading fics. I saw these creatures given substance. I have been fed. I love these men with my whole chest. The spark to read had been reignited. Hold my hand tighter. These characters are husband. They are mentor. They are friend. They are brother-in-law. They are paper doll confidants, lovers, family, clowns, demons, manifestations of hopes and dreams and I adore each of them. Are you listening? Are you happy? Confused? Skeptical? Keep exploring. Find what is right for you. I love you. Your journey is yours alone and the same is true for everyone.