‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍𝑑ead—man 。 ‍

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@fluitatum ⠀ #⃝𝑝rey𓂃𐙚 me mention ⠀

// me when prey

⠀ stood at the bridge ⸝ overlooking the water. good morning. ⠀

⠀ 𝑝utting out a cigarette on the flesh of his forearm ⸝ causing a burn angry & red. ⠀

⠀ ﹙ 𓉸 ﹚⌢ @fluitatum .ᐟ 𓂅 ⠀

⠀⠀ ‍⠀⠀⠀⠀‍ ⠀ ‍⠀⠀⠀⠀‍was 𝟴th grade sciene teacher ⠀⠀ ‍⠀⠀⠀⠀‍⠀⠀⠀ ‍⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ‍⠀⠀⠀⠀‍⠀ ‍⠀⠀⠀⠀‍now,͙ astro-𝙣𝙤𝙩 ⠀ ‍⠀⠀⠀⠀‍

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⠀ #⃝𝑝rey𓂃𐙚 at least with henry ⸝ i'm not starving for content. unlike K . . 💔 ⠀

@fluitatum ⠀ it's surreal. it's 𝑛ot real. henry indulges anyway ⸝ lips locked onto the other form's own. his hands slide up his forearms & onto the curve of his shoulders as if to pull him in closer. ⠀

@LETH9M He has always had a short fuse, after all. There's no point in denying them the satisfaction when it's what he craves, too, and so he obliges, a proper kiss this time. Slow and steady, letting the ice melt.

Cold...

@fluitatum ⠀ temporarily ⸝ he's lost in the moment. the touch of warm lips is a memory fleeting ; reminiscing satisfaction cannot be reached. " then show me ⸝ " he says imaptient ⸝ almost 𝑑ry. ⠀

@LETH9M He finds the other's curiosity endearing, unable to fight the ghost of a smile. Such a sweet thing, he can't imagine how it's possible. “ Easier if I show you, huh? ” Lips press soft against theirs, a fleeting thing, chaste.

@thesierrasixx ⠀ it's not. ⠀

What? Yeah I know it’s gross. Stop looking at it.

「...will they forgive us？」 #stay2005 #HenryLetham #RyanGosling #fanartㅤㅤㅤㅤ

@fluitatum ⠀ a sensation as light as the flap of a butterfly's wings washes through them—— their breaths mix. eyes wander the man's face. " you do .ᐣ ⸝ " he asks. " should tell me. " ⠀

@LETH9M Huffing a laugh, amused by the absurdity of it all. How he weirdly can't deny himself. The duality of man; he can't look into the bathroom mirror, some days, but he can always look at them. “ I know one way, ” murmured, head tilted to brush their lips together.

#HENRYLETHAM : goodbye henry letham,, we hardly knew you :’(

its too late #stay2005 #henryletham

@fluitatum ⠀ a soft sound pulls itself up from within his throat ⸝ subconscious. he can trust 𝒉imself ⸝ if not anyone else. " make me warm ⸝ " they mumble ⸝ their other hand rising to copy the first. ⠀

@LETH9M “ I know, ” it's a hum, his nose bumping up against their own, breaths soft against his skin. He can feel their fingers brush the pock – mark scars on his wrist; it earns a shiver.