this is the rapture, he said, and put on some more make up , the glitter and the glory, fishnet stockings and red lipstick, sinful kneeling and saliva, our father has been long fallen, feathers spread through the bedroom, his eyes, his knees bent forever, touching forever those tall and skinny boys, bones and tears of joy, falling down for quite some time.

text reblogged from din fluture-n omidă

inspired by Antony Hegarty – now and forever

pictures made by dad