bloodsport

in the next world, i want to be something useful. like a staple gun. or in love.

[maxknightley]

everyone more pretentious than me is an insufferable poseur and everyone less pretentious than me is a clueless philistine

[okunichh]

vtm au chengxian because i got brainworms

[magnusedom]

CHALLENGERS (2024) Dir. Luca Guadagnino

[hsm2]

Silver & Flint | Black Sails XXII.

[garrandia]

beep boop some dauds aka drafts that i cannot finish for years

[godkilling]

booked tix for a medieval fayre this may #lifeisworthliving

[godkilling]

yayyyy

[tudordramasource]

THOMAS MORE and THOMAS CROMWELL in WOLF HALL (2015) Episode three | dir. Peter Kosminsky

[zielenna]

I found no calmness, no capacity for deliberation. I carried my lacerated and bloody soul when it was unwilling to be carried by me. I found no place where I could put it down. There was no rest in pleasant groves, nor in games or songs, nor in sweet-scented places, nor in exquisite feasts, nor in the pleasures of the bedroom and bed, nor, finally, in books and poetry. Everything was an object of horror, even light itself; all that was not he made me feel sick and was repulsive—except for groaning and tears. In them alone was there some slight relief. But when my weeping stopped, my soul felt burdened by a vast load of misery. I should have lifted myself to you, Lord, to find a cure. I knew that, but did not wish it or have the strength for it. When I thought of you, my mental image was not of anything solid and firm; it was not you but a vain phantom. My error was my god. If I attempted to find rest there for my soul, it slipped through a void and again came falling back upon me. I had become to myself a place of unhappiness in which I could not bear to be; but I could not escape from myself. Where should my heart flee to in escaping from my heart? Where should I go to escape from myself? Where is there where I cannot pursue myself? And yet I fled from my home town, for my eyes sought for him less in a place where they were not accustomed to see him. And so from the town of Thagaste I came to Carthage.

Augustine, Confessions, IV.vii (12), transl. Henry Chadwick

[discovampyr]

The sun sets into the sea, but the water does not boil. Instead it turns to liquid gold. For a moment, the world's store of precious metals seems to increase dramatically, and you are rich...

[cymk8]

dj shart ♟️

[patreon]

[deepdwellingsteamboat]

DISHONORED 2 2016・dev. Arkane Studios

[chortache]

high chaos

[okunichh]

for @midnightcatboy

[swellbythewind]

Lost on the lonely wilderness, lost in the depths of her owl-golden eyes, you slip away into the night.

not my art but my commission.

artist：齐秦

[mentaltimetraveller]

Egon Schiele, Portrait of the painter Anton Peschka, 1909

Private Collection 110.2 x 100 cm

[serratedpens]

Danez Smith, "undetectable"

[ava-deb]

Give me a kiss, baby. HACKS: S05E07 "Montecito"