Jaida Jones

Believing, briefly, in commas.

[emperiocism]

sometimes all you can do during a snow day is watch a gazillion hours of critrole and draw grumpy shirtless magicians

[emperiocism]

eyooo my main man royston

[rosecrystal]

astrology is real, witchcraft is real, magic is real, dreams whisper about the future sometimes, miracles happen and soulmates exist! and thats the tea!

[rosecrystal]

and the moon loves you and watches over you every night! run n tell that!

[mynameisgarlic-deactivated20231]

[doktorgirlfriend]

“Why does Tumblr romanticize Hades so much?”

Idk Clarice, maybe we’re just tired, and life is uncertain, and we like the idea of a stable husband with a steady job and a big dog and his own place away from all the loud, shapeshifting-kink party gods.

[nymphastral]

Colonel Fitzwilliam: [whispering to Mr. Darcy] Start with a compliment. Tell her she looks thin.

Mr. Darcy: [to Elizabeth Bennet] You seem malnourished.

[artist-magritte-deactivated2020]

The land of miracles, Rene Magritte

[ganymedesrocks]

René Magritte (1898 - 1967)

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

If you are not the free person you want to be you must find a place to tell the truth about that. To tell how things go for you. Candor is like a skein being produced inside the belly day after day, it has to get itself woven out somewhere. You could whisper down a well. You could write a letter and keep it in a drawer. You could inscribe a curse on a ribbon of lead and bury it in the ground to lie unread for thousands of years. The point is not to find a reader, the point is the telling itself. Consider a person standing alone in a room. The house is silent. She is looking down at a piece of paper. Nothing else exists. All her veins go down into this paper. She takes her pen and writes on it some marks no one else will ever see, she bestows on it a kind of surplus, she tops it off with a gesture as private and accurate as her own name.

Anne Carson, from section “Could 1” of “Candor,” BOMB Magazine (no. 116, Summer 2011)

[fyeahsolo]

[ziegayler]

me: I’m going to go to bed early

me:

[slverjohn]

incorrect black sails number idk out of who the fuck knows

[kawuli]

hey look it’s me

and SOME HOW the inevitable “as a straight man” reply was HILARIOUS:

[elodieunderglass]

Oh shit

[aslowyear]

[heresay]

“Compassion is an unstable emotion. It needs to be translated into action, or it withers. The question of what to do with the feelings that have been aroused, the knowledge that has been communicated. If one feels that there is nothing ‘we’ can do – but who is that ‘we’? – and nothing ‘they’ can do either – and who are ‘they’ – then one starts to get bored, cynical, apathetic.”

— Susan Sontag, Regarding the Pain of Others

[homoz]

[homoz]

[soviettart]

[historyisntboring]

Small green monster with a trumpet beak, in the margins of an illuminated Bible, 13th century France.

Source:

Bibliothèque d'Agglomération de Saint-Omer, Ms. 5, fol. 246r

[bayleafpaprika]

“Everyone’s gone. Odin’s gone. Frigga’s gone. The Warriors Three are gone. Asgard is basically gone. So Thor and Loki turn to each other and say, ‘You’re all that I have left. And actually, that’s enough.’” — Tom Hiddleston, Life As Loki Interview Special @13:45