Then Because She Goes - Matty Healy

Then Because She Goes - Matty Healy

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"Well, she says beauty brings copies of itself into being. That it makes us draw it, take photographs of it, describe it to other people; it has a forward momentum. And I always thought that that was a sort of - superficial, I guess - way of putting it. But I feel that when I'm with you. Almost like I want to savour you up so that the minute you're gone there's still some of you left." From meeting in a second-hand bookshop in central Manchester, Este and Matty begin exchanging questionable (and pretentious) book recommendations and flourish an alluring interest in one another. - 15 of 15 parts completed - parts including star (★) indicate blurbs or extras, some requested from Tumblr users and first uploaded to 3terna15unshine.tumblr.com
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Wary of the decadence and skewed morals that her burgeoning music career might impose upon her, Joanna feels out of place at the rite-of-passage Notting Hill party her new manager has invited her to, until she encounters Matty - practically an old hand in the business, but sweetly untouched by their strange surroundings. The instincts and values Joanna used to cling to don't guide her now as well as they used to, and as the venues get bigger and the radio plays rack up, it becomes increasingly difficult to know what her friendship with Matty is really about. 'My ability to stay awake was waning, and I could feel myself dropping off, the darkness and warmth enveloping me. But somewhere in that liminal space, between consciousness and a blank stupor, I vaguely registered a hand finding mine across the sheets, fingers interlinking and holding it there, in the space between our faces.' (((* = mature content))) COMPLETED 19/11/20.

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