Please // Matty Healy
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MatureComplete Tue, Aug 20, 20194h 8m
Ever since I met him, he had become my whole life. I had no purpose before him. Now my purpose was him. And I hated that I loved it.
I hated that he didn't feel the same.
Or did he?
WARNINGS: drugs, strong language, adult content
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Los Angeles, 2013. The 1975 are on the edge of fame, and Matty Healy is unraveling as quickly as he's rising. In a sweat-soaked dive bar, he meets an aspiring actress with fire in her eyes and loneliness in her bones. Their connection is instant - cigarettes, bruised laughter, late-night confessions - but it isn't love. What begins as hunger and escape spirals into a ritual of destruction: hotel rooms, empty bottles, whispered promises, and the needle that binds them tighter than desire ever could. This is not a happy love story. It's a fever dream - two souls chasing oblivion, desperate to feel everything and nothing all at once.
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