“But you’re not God.”

we dream in colour ‘celestial’ collection

astronomy // in the stars // moon chaser // golden hour

SORRY SORRY SORRY BUT

it once again circles to the whole home thing for them, and like for them it's not the possession thing, but rather belonging. if they say that to each other, they would feel like they belong, like they have a person who will be there for them, to whom they belong and i am screaming and crying

that set i reblogged with "you're mine/i'm yours" is so sasha/candy i am loosing my mind. it's like an ultimate expression of love for them

that set i reblogged with "you're mine/i'm yours" is so sasha/candy i am loosing my mind. it's like an ultimate expression of love for them

LENNY BRUCE & MIDGE MAISEL The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel, “How Do You Get to Carnegie Hall?”

to keep them in your heart

sarah bernhardt's locket / c.c. aurel / missing faces / mitch albom / unknown / sufjan stevens / lock and key

“I am very aware of what I’m doing to myself but I can’t seem to stop.”

— Elizabeth Schmuhl, from ‘Sick’, published in Guesthouse

“I will not have you without the darkness that hides within you. I will not let you have me without the madness that makes me. If our demons cannot dance, neither can we.”

— Nikita Gill

i am loosing my mind over concept of sasha and candy sharing their spaces and making a home and i am screaming and crying and help me

i am thinking about how in candy and sasha's relationship it's not the change that was sudden, but the realisation of it if it makes sense? like they were living together long before they became romantically involved, and i just imagine sasha one random morning going in to a bathroom and really noticing candy's things around. how they slowly moved into his space, and how there are now shelves and drawers specifically for their stuff, and how comfortable it is. and this is so unfamiliar, sasha is not the one to share his space or his company, but he can't help to seek theirs, can't help to make space for them, and even if it desrupted his routine at first, now they became a part of it. to the point where if they don't bump into each other in the kitchen or fight over a place on the sofa because "this side has better cushions you don't get it they are softer" he feels out of place. they slowly made a home for themselves without even realising it, and when he finally did he would be like oh this is surprising at first, and it might even start to nag at him a bit because of how easy it is, but one day he'll be like this is surprising, but this is home, and i wouldn't want anything else

but for candy it is even harder to share space because of how guarded they are, how closed off. they are always expecting an attack, and when they did move in (temporarily, it wasn't suppose to be a long time thing), they brought only necessities at first, and no personal things, because it would make them attached to his place, and they didn't plan on coming back, and they didn't want to make another empty promise that they would do so-- they learned their lesson, attaching to something or someone will make it harder to leave and move on. but then they brought more and more things there, because they slowly understood that sasha's was a safe space, and they can simply be there. he doesn't expect anything of them, he is simply offering, and they finally feel like taking. and with each thing they brought candy would feel like it's not only his space anymore, but theirs. and both of them made it home. and candy tends to avoid people or places when they feel like this, because they pretty much think that if they have nothing to loose, then they have nothing to fear. and they would avoid his place for some time, but they would still gravitate here because they feel safe there, because sasha makes them feel at home again.

Frank Bidart, from Half-light: Collected Poems; "End of a Friendship" // Marya Hornbacher, Waiting //  Ijeoma Umebinyuo, Questions for Ada // Rita Dove, from "November for Beginners"

i needed & need had me by the unclean throat

sk osborn / patrick hickley / natalie diaz / nadav kander / traci brimhall / chase berggrun

A KIND OF MUTUAL HAUNTING

Rare Monk, ‘Happy Haunting’ Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights The Great, 1x10 ‘The Beaver’s Nose’ Fiona Apple, ‘Slow Like Honey’ Judith McNaught, Almost Heaven @sunsbleeding​ (x) Beyoncé, ‘Haunted’ Fleetwood Mac, ‘Silver Springs’ Theodore Roethke, On Poetry and Craft Naiche Lizzette Parker, ‘Halloween’ Iris Murdoch, An Unofficial Rose

CANDY: a courier with questionable loyalty and even more questionable partner.

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