#ty posts!!!!!!

hearing the opening notes of ‘sing, sing, sing’ and the collective groan from everyone at the swing dance. bc it is SUCH a good song and it is THE swing dancing song BUT it’s the full 8 minutes & 40 seconds you’re committing to dance to at an unending fast tempo and by the end EVERYONE is experiencing the gasping for air with burning lungs and quivering muscles and slippery palms and cramps under the ribs and beads of sweat running down your body like raindrops on a windshield and your feet weigh a thousand pounds but you can’t NOT dance. you can’t slow down. you can’t quit halfway. you HAVE to make it to the end. so ‘sing, sing, sing’ comes on and there’s the collective groan and then the frantic scrambling for a partner and then the aggressive jockeying for a space on the dance floor and THEN everyone comes alive to the sweet sounds of benny goodman & his orchestra and the feeling is unlike anything else in the world

reading maurice for the first time, i have abt 100 pages left and i have had to set it down and physically walk away about 5 separate times because it hurts so much to read. i am in emotional agony. i’ve been brought to tears 4 separate times. i don’t know if i have the strength to finish it, there’s no way it can go up from here, it only ever gets worse. i did not realize i was signing up for a book that would dredge up all kinds of pain i haven’t thought abt or felt in years when i picked this up. i thought i was in for forbidden edwardian homosexuality at cambridge with hugh grant movie adaptation live laugh love. tumblr mutuals. mauriceuals. you lied to me

i cant even apologize for tg posting i really cant…. the brainrot is perpetual…. i just watched tg & tgm back to back for 8hrs today so it’s spiking this week in particular