my girl wronged by the narrative, my girl haunting her own story, my girl dead in the first act, my girl the blank in between the lines, my girl the phantom of the past the apparition of the future
Fai_Ryy
almost home
todays bird
noise dept.
One Nice Bug Per Day

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YOU ARE THE REASON
Xuebing Du

if i look back, i am lost
Game of Thrones Daily

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ellievsbear
The Stonewall Inn
cherry valley forever
$LAYYYTER

pixel skylines
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

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@bisexualpaki
my girl wronged by the narrative, my girl haunting her own story, my girl dead in the first act, my girl the blank in between the lines, my girl the phantom of the past the apparition of the future
there will be blood? like. you promise?
With the disclaimer that I’m not into Homeric scholarship at all so this is just me pulling things out of thin air and overall vibes, but I love the idea of the Odyssey reimagined as a horror story. Something crawls out of the carnage of the Trojan War and drags itself home across a monster-infested Mediterranean, and past a certain point that thing is more revenant than living human. Again, this is more fanfiction than textual interpretation, so please refrain from being annoying in the notes.
Melancholic skies and miserable dreams;
Love isn't a dream but our meer memory
Duomo Portal, Milan, Italy by dionisioemidio
martyrdom_01
Only Lovers Left Alive dir. Jim Jarmusch
Alex Dimitrov, from Love and Other Poems; "Love"
[Text ID: I love that instant when an arc of light passes through a room and I'm reminded that everything really is moving. // I love August and its sadness. // I love Sunday for that, too.]
Stumbles out of google docs covered in blood
the unbearable heaviness of girlhood / Su Xinyu / Lucie Brock-Broido
[ID: 3 green leaves with text stamped on them. They say "It's so hot and the sky's so blue", "I want people to know me", "but it's so hard to tell them". ]
I LOVE COMPLEX DATED ADVERBS. Wherein. Heretofore. Thereon. Hereunto. Whereof. Hitherward. Hereinafter. How can you look at these words and not lose your mind. They're insane. I think I'm in love.
Claudia Rankine, from “Some years there exists a wanting to escape… ”, Citizen
when u are lonely and its summer: *realizes truth about self* *realizes truth about self* *re