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[EXTREMELY HAUNTED & HOLLOW-EYED LOOK] yeah man i’m doing. Really good
“Lord Byron gets up at two. I get up, quite contrary to my usual custom … at 12. After breakfast we sit talking till six. From six to eight we gallop through the pine forest which divide Ravenna from the sea; we then come home and dine, and sit up gossiping till six in the morning. I don’t suppose this will kill me in a week or fortnight, but I shall not try it longer. Lord B.’s establishment consists, besides servants, of ten horses, eight enormous dogs, three monkeys, five cats, an eagle, a crow, and a falcon; and all these, except the horses, walk about the house, which every now and then resounds with their unarbitrated quarrels, as if they were the masters of it… . [P.S.] I find that my enumeration of the animals in this Circean Palace was defective … . I have just met on the grand staircase five peacocks, two guinea hens, and an Egyptian crane. I wonder who all these animals were before they were changed into these shapes.”
— Percy Bysshe Shelley on the lifestyle of Lord Byron (via timemarauder)
#i am glad history has produced at least two people whose shit was even less together than mine
awake getting emo about shakespeare naming hamlet after his late son to his preserve his memory in some small way - in a story about a son mourning his father, the way the world should work - and the play going on to become The most famous piece of literature in the western canon. ‘you’re never really gone until everyone forgets your name’ and now his baby is immortal 🫠
oh valarr targaryen… your father too benevolent, your wife too beautiful, your armor too cunt… they’re going to kill you
“he should be at the club” well he’s at the club and he wants to fucking kill himself
eventually yuna's gonna b like "it's really upsetting u cant get pregnant because your children would've been the best hockey players of all time" and shane will look at her like she shot a dog in front of him
the problem with the gay hockey show is that the acting is great, the lighting is great, the music and costuming are great, the care taken is incredible, but you can't recommend it to normal people without sounding like a pervert
find a man who cherishes you enough to cut off the dick of the man who has scorned you in order to use it to tenderly make love to you after proposing with a peach ring so that you do not have to die a virgin and can instead live on forever with him while he regularly brings flowers to your gravesite and tends to your undead body's electrocution wounds as he reads percy bysshe shelley's poetry to you. do NOT settle for less.
undead boy with "UNMARRIED" on his gravestone makes sure to put "BELOVED WIFE" on his girl's gravestone even though he knows she won't be in the ground for long
are we still friends?
The Knight and The Moth, by Rachel Gillig
After so long thinking there was sacrality in drowning, I worried nothing was divine unless it arrived on the beckoning hand of pain
Forever haunted by Robb Stark as the perfect victim. His siblings see him as a brave, strong idol. His mother sees him as her baby boy, her first, and is plagued by memories of his as a newborn while watching him be proclaimed a king and lead an entire army at 16. And this is how the reader sees him, this is what we get from the fact he doesn’t have a pov, because we are supposed to solely see him from the eyes of others- the perfect victim. And then he dies, horrifically, forever martyred in the eyes of his siblings and followers. But Robb Stark was a martyr long before he ever died.
Christa Wolf, from her novel titled "Cassandra," originally published in 1983
Patti Smith, from her memoir Just Kids
everyone quotes "time is a flat circle" from true detective but my favorite rust lines stay "she spared me the sin of being her father" abt his dead daughter and "i dont like this place, nothing grows in the right direction" about the swamps of louisiana and "you should kill yourself" so much truth in this detective