[l-e-s-t-r-a-n-g-e-e]

“Icarus have fallen in love with the sun And nobody was surprised I knew I would feel that too Imagine that feeling Imagine that golden boy in his fiery chariot That light in his hair Those ardent eyes in the sky He loved the boy so much He wouldn’t ignore his call His delicate request To come closer and closer and closer And to burst into flames watching god with glazed eyes”

— icarus didn’t hesitate to burn

[yms1]

what doesn't kill you makes you stay on tumblr for 13 years and counting

[blvckthings]

[aestheticfelicity]

[l-e-s-t-r-a-n-g-e-e]

“You don’t know how it is; when there’s no blood running out of my veins, there’s just golden ichor mixed with divinity; and when I try to talk to the Father, I start choking on my halo and can’t breathe; and I can’t get out of my bed because of pain in my back, a strong reminder of white feathers they’ve cut off when they send me here. (I should have think twice before I trusted the Morning Star.)”

— even the fallen can be regretful

[l-e-s-t-r-a-n-g-e-e]

“When I moved to a city I have missed the stars. I missed the feeling that I’m part of the universe, that I’m a stardust.”

—

[abysmal-artifacts]

[f-u-g-i-t-i-v-o]

[requiem-on-water]

Sacrifice (1911) by Leonardo Bistolfi

[metamorphesque]

[inklinac-ja]

@inklinac-ja 😌

[ilcorvopassa]

| summer postcards // august 2024

[f-u-g-i-t-i-v-o]

[leaveful]

[weltenwellen]

Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem

[f-u-g-i-t-i-v-o]

[ruhlare]