#mvthologys

[excvlsior]

♫ jack and gunner

to love a boy / maya hawke

“i know i must behave, to contain all my emotion, but i want to love a boy, the way i love the ocean. ... i have a feeling, a terrible fear encroaching, that i’ll never love a boy, the way i love the ocean.”

jesus christ 2005 god bless america / the 1975 ft. phoebe bridgers

“i’m in love with jesus christ, he’s so nice. i’m in love, i’ll say it twice. i’m in love. ... i’m in love with a boy i know, but that’s a feeling i can never show. ... soil just needs water to be, and the seed. so if we turn into a tree, can i be the leaves?”

golden / harry styles

“i know you were way too bright for me, i’m hopeless, broken, so you wait for me in the sky, browns my skin just right, you’re so golden. ... i’m out of my head, and i know that you’re scared, because hearts get broken.”

you worry me / nathaniel rateliff & the night sweats

“you seem tired today, were you up all night afraid of what the future might bring? i feel fine today, i’ve had dreams of you in places i’ve not seen before ... i’m gonna leave it all out there to dry up, i’m gonna leave it all out there. but you worry me.”

for him. / troye sivan

“whatever i lack, you make up. we make a really good team, and not everyone sees, we’ve got this crazy chemistry between us. ... you don’t have to say i love you to say i love you, forget all the shooting stars and all the silver moons, we’ll be making shades of purple out of red and blue, sickeningly sweet like honey, don’t need money, all i need is you.”

[strvwberryblcnde]

♫ caleb + lana

purple hat / sofi tukker

“purple hat, cheetah print. dancing on the people. rolled up at the after joint. dancing, dancing on the people, people. dancing on the people. i got people on the people, people. dancing on the people. with the people on the people. smoking co2. see me see you dancing on the people. climb up on the booth. hanging from the people on the people. my head hits the roof. dancing on the ceiling on the people. i got people on the people. dancing, dancing on the people.”

you’ve got the love / florence & the machine

“sometimes i feel like throwing my hands up in the air. i know i can count on you. sometimes i feel like saying "lord i just don't care". but you've got the love i need. to see me through. sometimes it seems the going is just too rough. and things go wrong no matter what i do. now and then it feels that life is just too much. but you've got the love i need to see me through.”

just like heaven / the cure

“show me, show me, show me how you do that trick. the one that makes me scream she said. the one that makes me laugh she said. threw her arms around my neck. show me how you do it.”

dancing in the moonlight / toploader

“everybody here is out of sight. they don't bark and they don't bite. they keep things loose they keep it tight. everybody's dancin' in the moonlight. dancin' in the moonlight. everybody's feeling warm and bright. it is such a fine and natural sight. everybody's dancin' in the moonlight. we like our fun and we never fight. you can't dance and stay uptight. it's a supernatural delight. everybody was dancin in the moonlight.”

stolen dance / milky chance

“i want you by my side. so that i never feel alone again. they've always been so kind. but now they've brought you away from here. i hope they didn't get your mind. your heart is too strong anyway. we need to fetch back the time. they have stolen from us.”

[angcls]

— your heart I wonder about all the time. Worry too.

location : oxford dorms .

@mvthologys​

he holds the dearly depatured in his mouth, culminating a graveyard that is outgrown & forgotten amongst his teeth. his brother’s casket held in his throat. he cannot swallow it without tasting blood. caked & dry. grief came in plucked sweaters, a funeral televised, and unshed tears. denial. anger wavers beneath the surface, open wounds laid bare & prodded, dipped. phone calls ignored. he cannot remember the last time he had called adelaide. so he hides amongst pages unturned, a safe haven protuding speckles of sunlight casting his hollowed bones. “ if i pull another all nighter, do you think i’ll finally finish this coursework ? ” tired hues glance towards his lover, & he wants to reach into his chest and prise open tenderness, - that sweetness that dews. 

[bisouschuu]

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[livingrariity]

♫ marilyn and ty

no reason to run - cold war kids

i wanna be part of the movement:  somebody sign me up.  have you ever felt so authentic,  like you belong in the club ?  freedom is overrated,  i’m not gonna come undone.  i can’t lose my motivation laying all day in the sun.  //  stay by my side ----  so in love,  so alive,  no reason to run.

cocoon - catfish and the bottlemen

i cocoon ‘round your shoulders when you’re half cut and you’re frozen and you’ve got that visible breathing.  you’re depending on me again.  i remember when we swapped names and i thought maybe you’d try and out drink me.  your friends all hated it.  but fuck it if they talk.  fuck it if they try and get to us.  cause i’d rather go blind than let you down.

rich man - vampire weekend

a hundred to one says i wouldn't react,   but i'm the one in a hundred who would swing right back.  yes,  i’m the one.  thousands of steps and staircases to climb,  thousands of men you'd most likely decline,  and yet i'm the one.  ten thousand to one,  could i possibly bet?   i'm compelled by your love and i haven't lost yet,  clearly,  you're the one.

be - hozier

when the sea rises up to meet us,  oh,  when there’s nothing left for you and i to do.   when there’s no one upstairs to receive us and i have no kind words left,  love,  for you.  be as you’ve always been.  //  be there and be just as you stand,  or be like the rose that you hold in your hand that will grow in a barren and desolate land:  lover,  be good to me.

[excvlsior]

From right behind his brow bone, to the very back of his skull, Teddy’s head groaned with a headache born from multiple reasons. A hangover and simultaneous withdrawal had his stomach rolling, shaky hands attempting to maneuver a joint into proper shape, but it was no use. His fingers were never the most nimble, most of the time his work came across awkwardly shaped anyway, but it always got the job done. Teddy knew defeat when it looked him in the eye, “Here,” he mumbled, head hanging in dramatic shame, arm stretching across the couch to hold the destroyed rolling paper in Caleb’s direction. Teddy purposely avoided the eye contact momentarily, aware that he looked a mess - sometimes, if he looked too soon, there would be a concerned look on Caleb’s face, one that mirrored Teddy’s own. Always worried for each other but too scared to cross the boundaries of voicing it, “Properly fucked it up, huh? Maybe I should just take some, like, Tylenol. Like a normal person. Would that make you feel better, Caleb? You’re my friend far before you’re my dealer, Scout’s Honour, don’t even need your Devil’s Lettuce to have a good time.” @mvthologys​

[angcls]

for. @mvthologys​.

IN THE EYE OF THE HURRICANE, silent violent rages. he chokes. nauseated, reaching delicate finger and thumb against a bottle that burns. how long would it take for his body to succumb to a blissful snarl, left to be feasted on by broken remains of men whose teeth carve into the bruising of his throat? he waits. alone. the walls of his room closing until he is heaving at the taste of paint, the carving of furniture. that fucking scent; opulent, homely. he wants to burn, prise himself of flesh until he nothing but a tremor of anger that hunts.

he wavers, feet stumbling. by god, what would his mother think? peached shaped wounds tearing at his knees. he cannot remember falling, only the taste of iron that speckles his mouth, - open, gaping. he had done this to him. i love you, i love you. though they taste different than the night before. lathered in a hurt he had not felt in a long time, - perhaps betrayal. “ you’re an asshole. ” the words bubble in the pit of his stomach, bile coursing. he sways. the safety of jamie’s room an escape. “ you don’t think i hear these ‘rumours’, i fucking hear everything, - i’m the goddamn prince of england. ” he was always unbecoming when drunk, that arrogance that he had swallowed like pills coming to the surface. he hates himself. “ my goddamn cousin ! did you have a fuckin’ stroke? ”

[excvlsior]

“Thoughts?” Words consequently muffled due to the bite of sandwich Logan had just shoved into his mouth, he turned his phone and pushed it across the table to the opposite end where Holden was sat at, “She’s probably a five in, uh... New York or LA, but I figure she’s a... I don’t know. Seven for Carina? Unless that’s generous. It’s just the eyelashes for me. Bit much,” Gesturing to his own face, Logan’s nose was wrinkling, already reaching to snatch his phone back despite giving Holden less than a sufficient amount of time to take in the Tinder girl he’d had been mulling over. He wasn’t a particularly picky guy, and he’d never given much thought to who he swiped right on, who he spent his nights with, but it felt natural to annoy even the air around them if no one was in ear shot whenever Logan spent his time with Holden, “Have you seen that TikTok trend? Where girls dress up like British girl stereotypes? That’s what her lashes remind me of. Every time she blinks a hurricane happens in Australia or something.” @mvthologys​

[excvlsior]

If anyone were to witness the way Sully hovered over his brother’s bed, staring ominously as Shep slept while feeding himself mouthfuls of Lucky Charms halfheartedly, they’d assume they were watching the open sequence of a horror movie. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary for them, though - if anyone were to ever take a crack at describing Sully, considerate would never come to mind, finally bending over and shouting, “Hey!” obnoxiously loudly into Shep’s ear to ensure he woke up startled and frazzled, “Hey - I need you to drive me to work later, I’m banned from taking the bus again. Are you busy? Or can you give me the money for an Uber? I’m broke.” @mvthologys​

[excvlsior]

Glancing up when the bell above the front door rang to signify a new customer had entered, Leo immediately stood upright, familiar smile forming on his face when he recognized who it was, “Hey, I’m gonna take off early, today,” he called to the other side of the room, already tearing his gaze away and missing the way his coworker looked around, startled, like someone would pop out of nowhere to save the situation, “Uh, you can’t!” They called back, watching with a stressed expression as Leo hopped expertly over the front counter, “You can’t! Your’re the only one with the keys to lock up! You can’t keep -,” But it was obvious that Leo wasn’t listening, grabbing the hand Jack was using to wave at his desperate coworker to drag the other out of the store, “Focus, you suck up. And pick up the pace, we got, like, five minutes to huff it as far as we can get before my family starts hunting me down with, like. Bloodhounds,” Despite his threats, there was a grin on Leo’s face - he’d specifically asked Jack to meet him at the flower shop since it was closer to where he was dragging him for a ‘secret surprise’, “What time is it? I left my phone at home, they’re, like, literally tracking me and shit now, I think.” @mvthologys​

[excvlsior]

“Here, swap with me,” Leaning against a tree in her backyard, Drew waved her popsicle around, going as far as to be obnoxious as it came dangerously close to Spencer’s face. Cherry was her favourite flavour, but she knew it was Spencer’s as well, willing to swap her own for the others orange, “How many are left? My dad’s done working in an hour, he told me if he caught me stealing from the store again he’s taking me to the police station himself. It’s in your best interest we down these before he sees, who’s gonna drive you to school if I’m in jail?” @mvthologys​

[excvlsior]

Summer had come and gone in such a rapid blink that Gunner hadn’t even had time to question it when the warm weather begun to bleed into a deeper chill. He’d never been fond of the cold, already used to a frost that cradled itself so deep into his bones it practically made up the marrow in its hollowed frames, but life had hit a stand still at this point. A stand still that Gunner had never been used to, one that made every day pass with ease instead of a usual dread clouding his brain and clutching at his throat. Nothing seemed as bad as it’d used to, now, not when it started to get colder, or when midterms began, or when his dad drunk called at 3 AM on a Wednesday morning, “Hey, Mr. Callavan,” Usually, Gunner left the greetings towards his apartment neighbours to, if anything, a shy wave, but he was wine drunk from spending the better part of the afternoon across the street at Lana’s. It showed in the grin on his face and the flush in his cheeks, Chinese take-out clutched in one hand and bottle in the other - Lana had insisted he take it with him after saying this was one of the first wine’s he’d found tolerable, assuring him she had plenty of her own. In a moment’s time, it almost came crashing to the ground when Gunner turned the corner, a struggle with yanking keys out of his pocket delaying the realization that a familiar face was standing just outside his door, obviously waiting for someone to answer, “Hi!” he blurted, all too enthusiastically, even if his features didn’t show it. He probably looked more shocked than anything, eyes wide and mouth gaping, opening and closing as he attempted to find more words, to say anything, feet all but glued to the carpet where he stood on, “Wha - uh. You’re not in Virginia?” As if it wasn’t obvious, “How... long have you been here? Why didn’t you text me? I would’ve told you to come to... I was across the street. At Lana’s, I’m - here,” Finally approaching, cautiously, like Jack would disintegrate with even the slightest breeze in his direction, Gunner dangled the keys awkwardly towards him between his ring and pinky finger, “You should - wanna come in? You should come in, um. I’m kinda drunk, I wasn’t expecting you. I didn’t know you were coming back. ... You keep randomly showing up. This is like your schtick now.” @mvthologys​

[strvwberryblcnde]

“Rod’s just passing through! Chug-a, chug-a, chug-a,” he imitated a steam train by rolling his arms either side of him, halting at the fridge and wrenching it open. From inside, basked by the glow of it’s contents, he could be heard chuckling between beer cans. Then, a short sigh. This was the third time in the ten minutes since Caleb arrived at his place that he’d referred to himself in third person. “Man, you ever seen Ando Sando do that one fingered can open? Dude. It’s pretty majestic. Ol’ Rodster gave it a whirl and got a blister, sister!” He sighed again. “Man. I wish I had a sister.” His thoughts were the equivalent of ten furiously paddled ping pong balls at all times. He jangled (keys on a belt loop) back to the sofa through a sea of various trash covered surfaces, plopping a can onto Caleb’s lap in a way that surely guaranteed it’d explode upon opening. “Coooooooooooooooo-EE! Cowabunga, we got a jumping bean!” It was indiscernible whether he was trying to do an accent -- the world’s worst Matthew McConaughey, perhaps. “So, hey. Hey, man... Hey. Let’s get serious.” Reaching for a small remote almost buried besides a Pringles can on his coffee table, Rod frowned a little as he pressed at a button. A dated iPod docking station blinked to life in the corner, blue Nano lit. The Mission Impossible theme began to play. It was the perfect inspiration for Rod to implement his plan. He seemed to forget Caleb would be able to hear it, too. Rod set down the remote and looked down to crack his can -- as a result, his hair fell forwards to cover his face. “Oh, man. Where’d you go? Dark in here. It’s -- gotcha! Peekaboo!” came as he opened the parting like curtains, poked forwards before a dopey grin unfurled. “Just teasing. Hot Rod keeps things light... It’s a mantra of mine. So,” he began, slurping rather loudly at the rim of his can, maintaining eye contact. “Do you think you’d stop selling ‘round these parts of the west?” Giving a gentle shrug, Rod tried to approach it man to man -- comrade to comrade. He figured if he was reasonable, Caleb might be, too. “I’ll be honest, Kale -- can I call you Kale? You’ve kind of been bumming me out. I’ve had some gas... Stress induced.” @mvthologys​

[bisouschuu]

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