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luckydiorxoxo · 7 months

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glateias · 2 years

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#Matty Fall #Patrick Bienert #Fendi #Fendi Haute Couture #fashion #fashion magazines #magazines #haute couture #models #📁style #retrospects #corset #Fendi corset #black and white

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man-im-so-high · 2 months

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matty is just so boyfriend material

#everytime i look at him i fall for him again #he's so cute #my husband #married for 5 years already #matty healy #the 1975 #satvb #still at their very best #matty healy x reader #matty healy x you #matty healy fanfiction

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guiltyonsundays · 2 years

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Someone needs to write a thesis on what the evolution of the white boy of the month over time says about us as a society. You got the sharp cheekbones eats cigarettes for breakfast squad (Timothee Chalamet, Robert Pattinson, Jamie Campbell Bower, Matty Healy, and the dilfy versions Cillian Murphy and Mads Mikkelsen), the slutty line cooks (Pete Davidson, Jeremy Allen White, *non-white-boy of the month Dominic Fike, Dylan O’Brien but only with his bleached buzz cut and fake tattoos, and the dilfy versions David Harbour and Tom Hardy), the wholesome grandmas boys (Joseph Quinn, Tom Holland, Andrew Garfield, Logan Lerman, Harry Styles, Josh Hutcherson, and the dilfy versions Paul Rudd and Hugh Dancy), etc. so many flavours and yet the essence remains the same. Much to consider.

#and I fall for it every time #timothée chalamet #robert pattinson #jamie campbell bower #Pete Davidson #Jeremy Allen white #dylan o'brien #Joseph Quinn #andrew garfield #tom holland #Harry styles #josh hutcherson #logan lerman #matty healy

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partoftheairforce · 27 days

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happy 35th to the best man in the world 🤍

#very grateful for his existence #1/4 of the love of my life #a world without matty healy is a world without love and eccentricity #and falling to my knees #and breaking my limbs #god i love him man #he’s so special to me #and he’ll never know #🙄#the 1975 #matty healy

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19m02 · 1 year

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I love him.

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noweverybodysdead · 3 months

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All On The Board celebrates The 1975 being back at the O2 for four nights with this poem, Londoners can find it at North Greenwich station!

#the 1975 #matty healy #george daniel #adam hann #ross macdonald #2024 #the more i read it the more i love sjdhdjdh #i claim the ‘the me & you song isn’t playing in the car’ line #‘ugh! falling for you #left me facedown in the dirt’ aidbdjdbdjdb

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streetmatt · 10 months

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Suburban wall.

By Matti Merilaid.

#photographers on tumblr #original photographers #artists on tumblr #color #fall #abstract #urban abstract #abstract art #matti merilaid #stockholm sweden

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blackwomenrule · 7 months

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64yrsold · 1 year

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“Are you scared to look into my eyes?” he teased, holding my hips tightly as I straddled his waist. He watched me with heavy eyes, his head laid back against my pillows. The day had slipped by soundlessly, and we watched the evening swallow the sun from my twin-sized bed.

“You’re trying to make me nervous,” I whined, staring down at his hands. He reached to open the window, the muscles in his neck taut. I imagined letting a finger trace down the tight tendon, trailing below his cotton t-shirt to find the end of it.

“Is it working?” he smirked, grabbing his pack of cigarettes. My throat went dry, and I watched the flash of the lighter in silence. His eyes closed as he inhaled, his stubbled cheeks hollowing. I craved the friction of his jaw, thinking of the red marks it would leave on my skin. I longed for any sign of him, any proof that he was real. He blew smoke from the side of his mouth out the window. “Is it?” he repeated.

“No,” I lied, and he laughed, placing the cigarette between my lips.

“Look at me,” he whispered. He left his fingers pressed against my mouth as I took a slow drag, his dark eyes burning into mine. He watched the smoke curl out of my mouth, pleased. “Pretty.” He put the cigarette back in his mouth, letting it hang from his lip. I had to look away.

“It would be easier if you didn’t look at me like that,” I mumbled, taking the cigarette from his lips and stubbing it out. He frowned, tilting his head to the side.

“Like what?” he drawled, hiding a smirk. He wanted me to say it aloud, as he always did. He could coax anything from my lips.

“Don’t start,” I reached for his hand, pushing the rough pads of his fingers against my cheekbone. He thumbed the corner of my mouth.

“You don’t like how I look at you?” he asked, determined. He let out an exaggerated, ragged sigh. “That hurts, darling.”

I rolled my eyes. “I didn’t say that.”

“Alright,” he clapped his hand over his eyes, “Better?” I giggled to mollify him. I stuck my tongue out at him, and he returned the gesture almost immediately.

“You’re peeking,” I gasped, and he shrugged, removing his hand and placing it on my other cheek, cradling my head.

“Whatever,” he grunted, and shifted to sit a bit more upright, “Have you got anything to drink?”

“I thought you had to go home soon,” I said, turning my head to kiss his palm.

“Oh, let me stay, baby,” he pleaded, wrapping his fingers in my hair, “Please?”

“I have a bit of wine,” I smiled, and he kissed my forehead. He flipped us over, kissing at my neck as my back arched against the mattress. I covered my grin with my hand, skin flushing at his gratitude.

“Give me a kiss, darling,” his mouth found mine, placing a round, weighted kiss. His tongue drifted to mine, the taste of sharp tobacco and toothpaste filling my mouth. The friction of his unshaven face burned my jaw, and I stifled a moan. He breathed through a laugh, lips turning upwards against mine.

“Don’t laugh,” I meant to sound firm, but it came out as a whimper. His hands were crawling over me.

“I’m not,” his chest was pressed flush to mine, making each of my inhales a challenge, “You’re so pretty.” I huffed, turning my head away at his compliment.

“Don’t,” I warned again.

“What?” he laughed, feigning innocence, “My pretty girl.” I looked at him sternly, and he dropped his head to my chest, shoulder shaking with silent laughter.

“Go get the wine.”

“Sure,” he trailed his hand down my arm, catching my wrist and kissing the back of my hand, “Stay like this for me.” I buried my head in the pillow.

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#falling in love #🤧#matty healy #the 1975 #the 1975 fanfic #matty healy fanfiction #matty the 1975 #matty x reader #matty healy x reader #64matty #Spotify

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chaoticneutraltor · 4 months

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