Sad, sad girl

Amy 19 UK, She plays chess with the bones of the world. Poetry

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“How could I keep silence when I burn?”

— ‘A Fair World Tho’ a Fallen,’ a poem by Christina Rossetti 

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mythology moodboard: persephone

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Illustration from Rootabaga stories - Carl Sandburg, Maud Fuller Petersham, and Miska Petersham - 1922 - via Internet Archive

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Alternative Titles for the Iliad

1-Hello Naughty Trojans it’s Murder Time

2-100 Times a Therapist was Needed

3-This War Really Wasn’t Worth it

4-Fight Club but it’s just Achilles

5-Patroclus Didn’t Deserve this

6-Things Historians Pretend aren’t Gay

7-Nothing Means Anything we’re all Going to Die

8-Hector Gets his Ass Handed to Him

9-There is no Heterosexual Explanation for This

10-Fuck it up, Achilles

11-Someone is Responsible for this but not Helen

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Anna Karenina (2012) dir. Joe Wright

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Artemis is a polyamorous lesbian who lives in the woods with all her gfs and hunts down any man who looks at them

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girls loving girls? pure. girls walking down the street holding hands? amazing. girls kissing at the beach? perfect. girls running into each others arms at airports? The Dream.

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Vita and Harold, Nigel Nicolson

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by Katie Oak

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Moses and Jochebed by Pedro Américo (1884)

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St. John’s College, Cambridge, England  by Richardr                        

Via Flickr

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by José Manuel

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“Oh! you said you cared nothing for my sufferings! And I pray one prayer—I repeat it till my tongue stiffens—Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living; you said I killed you—haunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers, I believe. I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always—take any form—drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!”

Wuthering Heights