❤️‍🔥

cause i could never hold a perfect thing and not demolish it

[flanarchy]

shoutout to whatever staff member has this bumper sticker at my school

[claire-kie]

queen of nothing

[cassandraclare]

Kit to Ty

Election day: misery, stress, hair-pulling, at least for Americans (and a lot of other people around the world affected by our politics!) So I thought I'd post a distraction; I hope it helps and doesn't annoy!

A while ago I posted the beginning of a letter from Kit to Ty, created for a Kickstarter backer. Here's the full text:

A letter from Kit to Ty, never sent.

Ty, Ty, Ty.

Your name looks strange written out like that. Like an abbreviation. But Tiberius would be so formal. I never think of you that way. Or, I suppose I should say, I never thought of you that way. Tenses matter in these situations, I guess.

It’s late, past midnight, and I’m sitting on the windowsill in my bedroom at Cirenworth. Jem and Tessa gave me one of the best rooms. Of course they did. It has a view out over the gardens. Sometimes I see the ghost of a dog there, a golden retriever I’m pretty sure, running in and out of the flowerbeds. He seems like a pretty happy ghost. I think about how much you like animals and how much they love you, because of course they do. But it’s too late; this dog passed away a long time ago. You probably couldn’t even see him. It’s too late for a lot of things, now.  

I’m still mad at you, and I don’t feel good about that. Maybe if I could forget, I could forgive. But I can’t forget that night you brought Livvy back. I’ll suddenly remember even when I’m thinking about something else. I’ll be in the middle of helping Tessa in the garden and suddenly I’ll turn around and I’m back in Idris. 

I remember I told you I loved you. I remember I told you I would help you, but not if you raised Livvy from the dead. Not if you did necromancy. But you wanted that more than you wanted me.

And I understand that. I’m not angry about that. Here’s what I’m angry about: when you brought Livvy back, you changed yourself. You made yourself a different person than the one I loved. I don’t know the person you are now. You took yourself away from me. I can’t forgive that. And you made me someone who has to keep a secret I never wanted to keep. I was raised by someone who had so many awful secrets, and when I started my life as a Shadowhunter I wanted to do it openly, and honestly. But now I’m just someone else with secrets I can never tell. Just like my dad.

It makes me angry, so angry. I want to yell at you. I wish you were here so I could yell at you.

Kit

[tolerateit]

[tiredandlonelymuse]

This is how I originally wrote it. One of those that starts as a poem and then begs to be a song. I posted a fragment of this on tumblr a while back, but here’s the initial piece in its entirety 🤍

[tiredandlonelymuse]

[ozgurkedi]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Nayyirah Waheed

[weltenwellen]

May Sarton, from "She Shall Be Called Woman", Selected Poems

[tiredandlonelymuse]

I’m really nervous and I have a lot to catch you up on and I don’t know how you’re gonna receive this news and I’m gonna take a quick breath and then we’ll go. Not a quick breath, a long sigh. A short sigh. I don’t know. I need to come up for air and I promise promise promise it will be worth the wait so soon. Or maybe it won’t and you’ll be devastated. All I know is that I’ve made my truth. Its my truth. Goodnight.

[feral-ballad]

Ama Codjoe, from Bluest Nude: Poems; “Bluest Nude”

[Text ID: “I crave. I want to be seen clearly or not at all.”]

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Miranda July, The First Bad Man

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Finally, in a low whisper, he said, 'I think I might be a terrible person.' For a split second I believed him - I thought he was about to confess a crime, maybe a murder.

Then “I realized that we all think we might be terrible people. But we only reveal this before asking someone to love us. It is a kind of undressing.”

-Miranda July, The First Bad Man

[dustb0wl420]

 “the way Gansey saw it was this: if you had a special knack for finding things, it meant you owed the world to look.”

[centuriespast]

Awakening of the Spirit of the Rose

William Stott (1857–1900)

Manchester Art Gallery

[weltenwellen]

Susan Sontag, Reborn

[corneredcopia]

Ed and Stede having 2873647483 kisses in s2 I prayed for times like these

[letheane-deactivated20200121]

Karl Bryullov, ‘Last Day of Pompeii’, (Details)