[shirewalker]

 @fandomaestheticnet: from old to new  →  nikolai lantsov  [original]

                         ❝ I love it when you quote me ❞

[darcling]

i am.... back

[betsydobsons]

The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

— I have done it," she says. At first I do not understand. But then I see the tomb, and the marks she has made on the stone. A C H I L L E S, it reads. And beside it, P A T R O C L U S.

"Go," she says. "He waits for you."

In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.

[darcling]

when you return to surface, kiss this bubble once

gake no ue no ponyo (2008)

[herbologies]

rome, italy

[whisperhearts-deactivated202010]

ONE IMPOSSIBLE HEIST

(inspo)

[angelswithdreams]

i honestly believe human beings are not meant to live like this. we are meant to live in loving communities and be around nature every day and grow our own food and create art and not work day and night until we die. this longing for another life is not human nature, it’s a symptom of modern society.

[t-stride]

we are meant to share burdens, collaborate, create. art is part of the human experience, but it’s also part of the human species. the fact that we are not all living comfortably in communities of support and love and creation and song is the greatest sin of mankind. you’re telling me that the pursuit of wealth, an invented idea born of artificial scarcity enforced by the artificial idea of class, is the ultimate expression of humanity? how unimaginative. don’t you dream? I invite you to dream with me.

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

“Isn’t it odd how much fatter a book gets when you’ve read it several times? As if something were left between the pages every time you read it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells…and then, when you look at the book again many years later, you find yourself there, too, a slightly younger self, slightly different, as if the book had preserved you like a pressed flower…both strange and familiar.” - Cornelia Funke, The Inkheart

[arsantiquis]

Aelbert Cuyp, The Maas at Dordrecht

[tywvin-archive]

I wanted to tell them that I’d never had a friend, not ever, not a real one. Until Dante. I wanted to tell them that I never knew that people like Dante existed in the world, people who looked at the stars, and knew the mysteries of water, and knew enough to know that birds belonged to the heavens and weren’t meant to be shot down from their graceful flights by mean and stupid boys. I wanted to tell them that he had changed my life and that I would never be the same, not ever. And that somehow it felt like it was Dante who had saved my life and not the other way around. I wanted to tell them that he was the first human being aside from my mother who had ever made me want to talk about the things that scared me. I wanted to tell them so many things and yet I didn’t have the words. So I just stupidly repeated myself. ❝ Dante’s my f r i e n d . ❞

  — aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe, benjamín alire sáenz

[darcling]

he would never, ever turn his back on a wounded man —even if that man was him

nikolai lantsov

[dailynetflix]

“Sometimes the world will tell you that you do what you do for a different reason than your reason. And if you let them convince you that that’s your reason, it will become your reason, and you will lose track of yourself.”

[darcling]

he would never, ever turn his back on a wounded man —even if that man was him

nikolai lantsov

[driedsquidfairy]

this shirt is so beautiful

[11x11pm]

are you a GRYFFINDOR? a SLYTHERIN? a RAVENCLAW? or perhaps a HUFFLEPUFF?

[zofias]

@acotarnet secret santa - merry christmas, @sturmhond!! Being around Nikolai was always like this, watching him shift and change, revealing secrets as he went. He reminded me of the wooden nesting dolls I’d played with as a child. Except instead of getting smaller, he just kept getting grander and more mysterious. Tomorrow, he’d probably tell me he’d built a pleasure palace on the moon. Tough to get to, but quite a view.

[lilabard]

@classicnet test 3: women of colour in myths ↳ xiwangmu, queen mother of the west in chinese mythology

Xiwangmu, lives in the Kunlun mountains in the far west, at the margin of heaven and earth. In a garden hidden by high clouds, her peaches of immortality grow on a colossal tree, only ripening once every 3000 years. It is a cosmic axis that connects heaven and earth, a ladder traveled by spirits and shamans.