Itachi Apologist

Your local Cancer Sun, Leo Moon, and Capricorn Rising. | Stan legends, Stan EXO. |R.I.P Jonghyun 💛

[ganymedesrocks]

Heart in Hand, Carved and painted, American, Collection of Lester Breininger

[infected]

Villa Farnese, Caprarola, Italy, photos by eldoxx1

[m1male2]

Ara Pacis Augustæ (13/9 BC) is an altar / monument dedicated to the Roman goddess Pax erected by the Roman Senate to celebrate the victorious campaigns of Augustus in Gaul and Hispania and the peace he achieved. Every year two oxen and one ram were to be sacrificed. Roma.

[blockberrycreative]

when i say “i trust transhets more than i do cisgays” i mean that i will always relate more to a trans person’s experience with gender and sexuality than i ever will with a cis person. also that transhets are funnier and sexier than cisgays

[flowerais-deactivated20211031]

to lovely humans who were excluded from invitations, left behind when they tied their shoes, forced to walk in the grass when the sidewalk was full, spoken over when you tried to contribute, whispered about or laughed at, given the side eye when you tried to fit in... you are so worthy of love and I’m sorry people have convinced you otherwise. I promise that your people are out there - people who will see the side of you others ignore, people who share weird inside jokes with you, give you affectionate nicknames and go to museums or roadtrips with you and fulfil whatever idea of friendship you’ve always fantasized about. even if you feel like an empty shell of your former self because you’ve hidden yourself away due to shame, this exterior will melt when you accept yourself or let people in and you’ll realize there was nothing wrong with you all along. you have interesting things to say, you deserve new chances and beginnings, your heart is probably made of gold because you know what it’s like to be left out in the cold, and you have so much to give. you are so worthy and someone’s idea of a friend too, and I hope you receive lots of hugs in the future from yourself and others because you’re so lovable.

[lilaquating]

Louis Vuitton Overnight Cross Sandal

[rotmance-deactivated20210324]

girl help i am thinking of Her (monica bellucci playing the mirror queen in the brothers grimm (2005) 

[soppa-deactivated20220901]

follow me now

[bijoux-et-mineraux]

Polished Rhodochrosite Stalagmite Slice - Capillitas Mine, Andalgalá, Catamarca, Argentina

[virgoboy]

wow i really don’t want to work <3 live laugh love

[misrosem-deactivated20210717]

[lluviagf]

even tho I'm not you, I wanna invade your bookshelf, be a part of your novel.

[humansofnewyork]

“I lost a close friend to suicide during my senior year of high school. It was a really dark time for me. I kept thinking that I must have missed something, and that I could have been more supportive. The day after his funeral was particularly hard, so I drove out to the cemetery after school. It was the beginning of March. It was freezing. His grave didn’t even have a headstone yet, but I sat down on the ground and started to cry. After a few minutes I felt a hand on my shoulder. It freaked me out at first, because I’d thought I was alone. But I looked up and saw a man in his eighties. He told me his name was Jack, and asked me if I was OK. And I don’t know why, maybe because he was so much older, but I ended up telling him everything. He listened quietly, then he told me not to blame myself. And that the best way to honor someone was to live your life to the fullest. It was nothing too profound. And it was nothing that I hadn’t heard before. But it was something I needed to hear in that moment. Afterwards Jack told me that his wife Anna was buried at the cemetery. He told me that he visited her every day, and could still feel her presence, and he couldn’t wait to see her again. Then he asked if I’d like to visit her grave. From the way he’d spoken about her, I assumed that Anna had just passed away. But when we arrived at her marker, I saw that she’d been gone for sixteen years. We said our goodbyes, and Jack told me that he’d visit my friend’s grave whenever he stopped by the cemetery. And I promised to do the same for his wife. For years I kept that promise. I’d often find the same bouquet of flowers at both graves, so I knew that Jack was keeping his promise too. After I moved away for college, my trips to the cemetery grew further and further apart. Then a couple of years ago I went for a visit, and I couldn’t find Anna’s grave anywhere. I started to panic. But there were a lot of fall leaves on the ground, and it wasn’t an upright stone. So I thought maybe it was hidden. After a few minutes of searching, I finally found it. In the same place it had always been. Only this time there was a completely new gravestone, and Jack’s name was on it too.”

[kazuechan]

This destroyed me.

[mjalti]

WHO MADE THIS, IMMEDIATELY COME FORWARD

[capacity]

It’s so fucked up how ur born and ur life is immediately woven into thousands of years of history that came before you against ur will and there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it

[momir-viig]

By ‘fucked up’ do you mean ‘amazing?’ Like hey, welcome to the world, here’s ten thousand years of heritage and interconectedness to engage in. Talk about a great birthday gift.

[capacity]

It’s all been terrible I don’t want it

[walkhimdown]

Had to check on you. They say that lil corona virus in the city now. Crazy how many people getting sick. Reminds me of how sick I was when I lost you. Damn your love was contagious. Im here forever if you need me.

[kazuechan]

It’s been years and the tagging system is still broken on Tumblr. Go figures.