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The shirt seemed heavy until he saw there was another shirt inside it, the sleeves carefully worked down inside Jack’s sleeves. It was his own plaid shirt, lost, he’d thought, long ago in some damn laundry, his dirty shirt, the pocket ripped, buttons missing, stolen by Jack and hidden here inside Jack’s own shirt, the pair like two skins, one inside the other, two in one. He pressed his face into the fabric and breathed in slowly through his mouth and nose, hoping for the faintest smoke and mountain sage and salty sweet stink of Jack but there was no real scent, only the memory of it, the imagined power of Brokeback Mountain of which nothing was left but what he held in his hands.

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Filed under aka the part where i am reduced to nothing but wretched sobs and ugly crying and snotfacedness seriously i can't handle this just reading this has made me cry this is THE SADDEST WORST FUCKING THING no nooo no boys oh no no no why

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"A severed head!" "Just tea for me, thanks.": blanketforyourshock: endlessmeg submitted: The first nights John spent...


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The first nights John spent in Baker Street, he lay in bed staring out the window, squinting past the London light pollution, trying to count enough stars to put himself to sleep. Eventually, stars or no stars, John would pass out from…

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