Dead Poet

lover of myths, literature, history, fandom, and humanity || she/her || || sideblog: @crusadingcryptid ||

[deadpoetscrusade]

"And if beauty is terror," said Julian, "then what is desire? We think we have many desires, but in fact we only have one. What is it?"

"To live," said Camilla.

"To live forever," said Bunny.

-The Secret History, Donna Tartt

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(photo taken at National Gallery of Art, Washington, D.C.)

[currentlycryingaboutlancelot]

hamlet production where while he explains to horatio what’s happened in denmark he’s microwaving food from the wedding/funeral that’s been in the freezer

[currentlycryingaboutlancelot]

offers month old food to horatio which he accepts out of politeness and IMMEDIATELY starts choking on when hamlet remarks “methinks I see my father”

[currentlycryingaboutlancelot]

hamlet production where while he explains to horatio what’s happened in denmark he’s microwaving food from the wedding/funeral that’s been in the freezer

[currentlycryingaboutlancelot]

hamlet rummages in freezer, emerges with hundred yard stare and costco sheet cake sloppily frosted over to read “sorry CONGRATULATIONS for your loss WEDDING !”

[lamine-19]

“are you okay?” oh my god no but for the purposes of this conversation yes i’m fine

[fuckyeahlotrcast]

Elijah on the set of Fellowship

[depsidase]

[bark-barkley]

I WANT TO LOOK AT THINGS MADE BY HUMAN BEINGS

[softwetmoss]

And also occasionally by pufferfish

[soracities]

think it's a deep consolation to know that spiders dream, that monkeys tease predators, that dolphins have accents, that lions can be scared silly by a lone mongoose, that otters hold hands, and ants bury their dead. that there isn't their life and our life. nor your life and my life. that it's just one teetering and endless thread and all of us, all of us, are entangled w it as deep as entanglement goes. v neat i think.

[brunette-cosette-deactivated202]

“No homo” cries the team at the dig site. The head archaeologist sinks to his knees, sobbing. He has dedicated his entire career to the pursuit of homo habilis, an important part of the hominid evolutionary line. All his work led up to this archaeological dig site. But now, his whole life has been for nothing. There is no homo….there is only Australopithecus.

[powderwell]

I read this to a group of archaeologists and they completely lost their shit

[fairycosmos]

cradling the em dash in my hands what the fuck have they done to you

[ericidle]

Our age of strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is collapsing

[you-need-not-apply]

Actually no how the fuck is it august

[you-need-not-apply]

Pack it up everyone you’ll never be this funny

[you-need-not-apply]

Happy “how the fuck is it august” to those who celebrate!

[kosmogrl]

[classicalcanvas]

Water painted by Ivan Aivazovsky (1817 - 1900)

[rockstar-vamp]

Hm? My Bible? Of course I have a Bible

*pulls out Homer’s Iliad and odyssey*

[loveridden1999]

[frondescence]

In honor of one of my favorite short stories of all time being set today, August 4, 2026, here is a repost of a commission I got from the wonderful @bethfuller in early March 2020 of the poem featured therein (and that which gives it its title) by Sarah Teasdale: