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FELLOW TRAVELERS 1.02

#stop it stop it now TTT.TTT #fellow travelers

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Susan Sontag, from “Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1963″

#susan sontag #hawk/tim core #words

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FELLOW TRAVELERS // Susan Sontag, Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1963 (insp)

for @lispenardst

#susan sontag #fellow travelers #fellowtravelersedit #jonathan bailey #matt bomer #tim laughlin #hawkins fuller #jonathanbaileyedit #mattbomeredit #tim x hawk #hawk x tim #* #ftcomp #comparatives #ft106 #ft108

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Devotion is a place where you do not exist; life just flows through you as a certain sweetness and beauty.

(screencap by @corkyviolet)

#yeah :) #fellow travelers #comparatives

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Tim Laughlin in FELLOW TRAVELERS 1.02

#omg stop i love him so much #skippy 😭 #fellow travelers

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❝ I know it hurts you. Because you're good. Sweet. ❞

FELLOW TRAVELERS + lying, 1953 // 1968

#fellow travelers #fellowtravelersedit #jonathan bailey #matt bomer #tim laughlin #hawkins fuller #jonathanbaileyedit #mattbomeredit #tim x hawk #hawk x tim #* #ft103 #ft106 #ftparallels #ft105

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A million times I think about rewatching FT And then I CRY over IT Again, I cry about it Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps

(I can’t bring myself to read it rewatch it, it’s too tragic but it love seeing Jonny and matt’s chemistry)

crying? too tragic? idk what u mean.

#youre welcome <3 #asks #fellow travelers #fellowtravelersedit

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Boot Theory by Richard Siken

A man walks into a bar and says:                                                 Take my wife–-please.                                                                                     So you do.             You take her out into the rain and you fall in love with her                                                 and she leaves you and you’re desolate. You’re on your back in your undershirt, a broken man                         on an ugly bedspread, staring at the water stains                                                                                                 on the ceiling.                   And you can hear the man in the apartment above you                                     taking off his shoes. You hear the first boot hit the floor and you’re looking up,                                                                                     you’re waiting             because you thought it would follow, you thought there would be                         some logic, perhaps, something to pull it all together                   but here we are in the weeds again,                                                                                          here we are in the bowels of the thing: your world doesn’t make sense.                         And then the second boot falls.                                                             And then a third, a fourth, a fifth.

            A man walks into a bar and says:                                                 Take my wife–-please.                                                                         But you take him instead. You take him home, and you make him a cheese sandwich,             and you try to get his shoes off, but he kicks you                                                                               and he keeps kicking you.             You swallow a bottle of sleeping pills but they don’t work.                         Boots continue to fall to the floor                                                                         in the apartment above you. You go to work the next day pretending nothing happened.             Your co-workers ask                                     if everything’s okay and you tell them                                                                                     you’re just tired.             And you’re trying to smile. And they’re trying to smile.

A man walks into a bar, you this time, and says:                                     Make it a double.             A man walks into a bar, you this time, and says:                                                                                  Walk a mile in my shoes. A man walks into a convenience store, still you, saying:                                     I only wanted something simple, something generic…             But the clerk tells you to buy something or get out. A man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river                         but then he’s still left with the river. A man takes his sadness and throws it away                                                       but then he’s still left with his hands.

#Richard Siken #Boot Theory #words

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FELLOW TRAVELERS 1.05

#chewing glass #god this moment #the pulling away and the reaching anyway #and the intimacy of hands #fellow travelers

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#lolol #fandom

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josh o'connor and mike faist behind the scenes of challengers (2024) dir. luca guadagnino

#i know nothing about this movie except that i need to see it #challengers

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Tim Laughlin, 1953 -> 1957

#idk what it is.. there's something about this progression that makes me 😀🔫 #fellow travelers #fellowtravelersedit #jonathan bailey #tim laughlin #jonathanbaileyedit #*

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[FELLOW TRAVELERS by Thomas Mallon EPILOGUE]

#re-reblogging #god

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Giovanni Colacicchi: Study for painting of Saint Sebastian, 1943

#artist!tim/hawk #st sebastian #art #inspo

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FELLOW TRAVELERS + Tim's love language: touch

love language / love confession for @fellow-travelers-events #ft valentine's day

#this is really moment of all time for me #just let them stay. right. here. #let them wake up in the morning and have sleepy morning sex where no one has to rush out the door #honestly insane how often hawk lets himself be open/vulnerable and how quickly he rebuilds those barriers #fellow travelers #fellowtravelersedit

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:^)

#:^) He #tim laughlin #fellow travelers

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Tom Ripley (Matt Damon) & Peter Smith Kingsley (Jack Davenport) in The Talented Mr. Ripley (dir. Anthony Minghella)

I do know that one of the clues for me, and in fact it resulted in my completely enlarging a character who’s mentioned only in passing in the novel, is that when Ripley fetches up in Venice late on in the story […] it appears as if he’s experienced absolutely no remorse whatsoever for what he’s done. And as this character, Peter Smith Kingsley, is pulling the drapes off this dusty old Venetian palazzo, he turns round to find Ripley collapsed in sobs on a couch.

And it seemed to me to be a great index of what the film might be, which is to hint at the fact that there is some consequence, an internal consequence, that there’s a prison that you can’t escape from, which is a prison of your own head. And no amount of talent to improvise your way out of trouble will ever get you out of the trouble that you have inside your own mind.

And so in some way, I thought it could be a story about the sentence of escape, rather than the sentence of being caught. — Anthony Minghella

#'the sentence of escape' #jesus that's it exactly #the talented mr. ripley #no wonder i was so obsessed with this movie