#lushiness blogging

spirits.

thank you for asking me these <3

lavender: name something that relaxes you?

currently, i’m on a skype call to my girl @acuisle and having her near always calms me down. which sounds grossly co-dependent which i swear we aren’t, but sometimes i turn myself in the direction of chicago and breathe for a second cos that’s where she is while i’m not.

incense: list your three favourite scents:

i have already listed them, but here’s three more: freshly changed sheets, warm bread, my cat’s fur when he sleeps on the pillow beside me.

teacups: favourite beverages:

coffee; black, two sugars. gin and tonic. peach tea. that one time i had lacryma christi and i cried it was so good -- someone go to campania and bring me back a bottle.

typewriter: if you had to come up with ten words to describe your life story so far, what would they be?

short, tiring, loving, bizarre, sad, confusing, on-going, emotional, beautiful, well-travelled.

poetry: if you have one, name a favorite book or poem.

oh man. oh fucking man. every single answer i could throw out for favourite book -- and there’s a few to chose from -- are the most pretentious answers anyone could ever give so i’m going to avoid it and point you in the direction of pushkin’s Я вас любил. which is your typical “looking back on a lost love and wishing them well” affair and it makes my heart tumble. i also adore une saison en enfer by rimbaud, who was my first love. there’s one quote that always sticks in my throat from it and i may get it tattooed on me and it’s:

oh my god, diana. diana, i’m going to hell. have you seen the photos of tom being restrained while drunk by rizzle kicks? have you? there’s a gifset that physically wounds me of it that i currently can’t find where tom is being held from behind with his eyes covered and he literally struggles for a hot second and then goes so still and falls pliant and i watched it way longer than any human should while thinking, “oh no. oh fuck, no.” to myself the whole time. why is god doing this to me??? NO ONE TELL LAMB I DID THIS!

Tom makes the weirdest fucking noise as he slumps down the wall to the floor -- Anthony looks horrified while Sebastian’s face resembles something closer to “wickedly delighted” as Tom babbles something about being fine or five or nine from the floor, followed by a retching noise that filters into a laugh, at the carpet or at himself, Anthony doesn’t know.

Sebastian shoots Anthony a grin and says, “I vote we put him on Chris’ bed, let him deal with it since this was his idea.”