not me (2021) rewatch | EP 1: meet the suspects gang

thinking abt how @kenkarui and i were in a group video call one night and they sent me this DM and perceived me down to my fucking core with one look at me

Pete kisses Vegas like he is an open wound. And perhaps, in some ways, he is. All live-wire, coiled spring. The undone and the undoing. Looking more a bruise than a person, olive skin stained with the weight of tragedy. Pete isn’t much better. They don’t talk about it as much as they should. Every moment tangled up in the web of Vegas’ heart is like playing with fire; will this be the time he pushes back once more? Bites the hand that feeds him? Rejects tenderness for the umpteenth time, because it’s easier to bleed for something than it is to live for it? Pete is all feather-light kisses and soft whispered promises. Vegas is something else entirely. Nuclear, on the knife’s edge of combustion. The cage door is open, but the bird cannot bring itself to fly away.

Actively trembling

This is a normal way to feel about a show actually

Finished Kinnporsche 30 minutes ago. Feeling normal.

(@prismatic-witch ty for the edit)