#broken lungs

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Well. It’s here, finally. After two years, I can officially say that Broken Lungs is finally finished. It’s been a very long road, and frankly this is a huge accomplishment for me, and I am so so happy to finally be able to show everyone. It would mean so so much if you showed this off and reblogged it, just spread it.

NOTE: Hoxmarch does not belong to me, he belongs to the amazing bean @http-anti and I have permission to write him.

Final word count: 7,259

Trigger Warnings: Cancer, Terminal Illness, Hospitals, Major Character Death, Angst, Depression, Themes of Isolation

Broken Lungs

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Ok. So. I'm a total razors edge perfectionist when it comes to interior design. This is partly because as near as I can tell I have the extra color perception so if you put two shades together that the Wife, who is red/green color blind can't tell apart, I nearly weep because they are so incredibly different.

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I think a good bit of my color sensitivity is because of the synesthesia I used to have, where colors all have very distinct textures, flavors, and smells, and I get light sensitive migraines so some colors Are Just A Big Olde Nope, and some are just ugly. This is part of why I am the only person on the planet passionate about beige, and it's pure, unrestrained loathing. I hate beige so damn much. It tastes like bile when you throw up in your mouth and feels like the sort of smarmy moral cowardice of someone who says they're an ally but will sit silently at the Thanksgiving table while the drunk and evil Aunt Sue spouts the most horrific bigotry possible because they don't want to rock the boat.

Fuck beige. It's the absense of style, it's the opposite of taste, it's where the vapid and uninspired go to hide. Bland ass beige actually raises my blood pressure.

Moving along. I am very picky about how my house looks and since it looks nothing like what I actually like, it's a bit depressing sometimes as the Spoons Are Finite and I don't have enough to clean, much less prep to paint.

So while I adore the gothic leaning, sumpous maximilizim in other peoples houses I don't think I could hang with it at all. Reasons:

We got bitches with athsma in the house. It's me. I'm bitches.

It takes a LOT of work to keep dust at bay in all the little frills and corners and nick nacks.

All that lovely plush velvet drapery and velur furniture? A goddamn nightmare to keep clean and minimize allergens.

So until I win the lottery or something, I will not be able to have the pinterest worthy dark maximilizm, not because I can't find the nifty stuff and drag it to my house like a cat dragging a cyote pup home, instead of a cyote it's a desperately in need of refinishing mahogony table- it's because I will need at least two full time maid style people to stop the gorgeous interior design from making my lungs yeet themselves out of the nearest window and murdering me.

Still we breathe with broken lungs.

Here’s a chill song to fit all the rainy weather that’s been going on here in NY.

Can’t wait to catch Thrice on tour later this year.