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10. I'm worried about her -- ( sorry i was really uninspired today :/)
9. Paradox - for the boy who lived for the sun and died by the waves
8. Tessellation - an arrangement of shapes closely fitted together, without gaps or overlapping.
4.Ghost(s) - i carry mine with me
Im doing Escapril this year and this tumblr is the only online space i have left where no IRLs know me so this is where it’ll go hopefully no one sees it lol. Cheers!
oranges as intimacy, intimacy as romance, and romance as sensuality.
mount eerie from “tinin in tibet.” // emma elizabeth tillman’s “untitled.” // marge piercy, “the nuisance.” // jeanne illenye’s “orange burst” (detail). // frank ocean from “golden girl.” // stefanie_sarley on instagram (marginally edited). // university of michigan’s symbolism project. // eva woolridge’s “blinding pain.” // anne sexton, “a self-portrait In letters.”
- S.G. @lyraecal
steam rising from the rocks up on the hills surrounding this cursed town of white houses and white lies, where everyone speaks, yet everything is silent. here, even the saints are sinful. angels, lonely, feed on each other late at night, a symphony of thunder and lightning. their tears drowning the side-walks of this lived-in ghost town. they pray, // PLEASE, FATHER, FORGIVE ME, SPARE ME, KILL ME // // PLEASE, GOD, LET ME LIVE, LET ME GO, DON’T LET ME DIE IN THIS TOWN// after the storm, dead-eyed angels roam the streets as teenage girls, crawling at their skin, silently awaiting the next rainfall, hoping that the sound of thunder will cover their sins.
after the storm, s.g. @lyraecal
“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. you won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. but one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”
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haruki murakami, kafka on the shore
it makes you stronger than ever
(via astound)
this quiz tells you what your homeric epithet would be and well, isn’t this the question that keeps us all up at night? feel free to reblog and put your epithet in the tags, mine is bright-eyed
i. Asterion’s body falls silently to the ground everything stops and falls quiet in the labyrinth
ii. the sword glistens in the setting sun silver metal with rusty blood Theseus shivers
iii. Ariadne weeps for her fallen brother tears hot like acid on his chest fists clenched around his shoulders the labyrinth weeps too bushes swaying softly in a tender song Theseus watches from afar with a heavy heart
iv. Ariadne grabs the sword ravished, silver and red she will never forgive him
v. Theseus realizes, too late, what will come
vi. he tries to hide but the labyrinth traps him inside bushes growing out of rotten earth Ariadne slays him and drags his head to the entrance of the labyrinth his blood a red tread a warning
vii. Asterion has never been the monster after all
- the death of Asterion | r.m