celestial.

megan; twenty-two; dutchie; gryffindor

[lifeinpoetry]

. What part shame, the anatomy of lust? What part humiliation? What part exposure? What part transgression?

What part chthonic impulse?—

Bet Persephone got just a little bit wet toward the end of summer, and Hades on her mind.

— Caroline Randall Williams, "Anatomy of Lust," Lucy Negro, Redux

accessible version:

What part shame, the anatomy of lust? What part humiliation? What part exposure? What part transgression?

What part chthonic impulse?—

Bet Persephone got just a little bit wet toward the end of summer, and Hades on her mind.

[fandomsarefriends-notfood]

It's not an "abandoned" WIP, I didn't intentionally leave it in the forest to die and forget about it, it is a lost wip who wandered into the forest despite my pleas not to. I sit at the edge of the forest every day and hear it calling for help but there is nothing I can do. It is a haunting wip

[megswrites]

phantom of the opera @her majesty’s theatre, west end london / 16/3/23

[pearledtear]

If I let him do this to me, what else will I allow? Anything, Anything, Anything.

Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless

[swsource]

THE EMPIRE STRIKES BACK (1980) dir. Irvin Kershner

[verdantry]

Another day of being a sweetiepie. Just clocked in

[somebodycallixii]

Love as Acceptance

Caitlyn Siehl // Leonard Cohen, “Anthem” // Rumi, “Bitterweet” // trans. Anne Carson, “Euripides” // Sade Andria Zabala, “Coffee and Cigarettes” // tumblr acct @/gayassnatural // Anne Carson, “H of H Playbook” // William Shakespeare, “Sonnet 116” // Clementine von Radics, “Mouthful of Forevers” // Toni Morrison, “Jazz”

[weltenwellen]

Natalie Díaz, from "Manhattan Is a Lenape Word", Postcolonial Love Poem

[alicent-florent]

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON 1x01 | 1x07

[forgetmcnotts]

# she is all proud she made uncle obi laugh 

OBI-WAN KENOBI, PART VI 

[beyondthefold]

SEBASTIAN STAN as STEVE and DAISY EDGAR-JONES as NOA Fresh (2022) | dir. Mimi Cave

[simena]

Danny Lai Lai

[preciousdeans]

[myrcella]

In the mid-80s, HIV/Aids terrified the world because of a lack of understanding as well as misinformation. In April 1987, Princess Diana opened the UK’s first purpose built HIV/Aids unit that exclusively cared for patients infected with the virus, at London Middlesex Hospital. In front of the world’s media, Princess Diana shook the hand of a man suffering with the illness.

She did so without gloves, publicly challenging the notion that HIV/Aids was passed from person to person by touch. She showed in a single gesture that this was a condition needing compassion and understanding, not fear and ignorance.

[m3ws-moved-deactivated20240715]

love the cow emoji. he can do so much. 🔭🐄 he's looking at the stars. 🌻🐄 he's smelling a flower. 🌊🐄 he's surfing. 🧃🐄 he's taking a sip. opportunities are endless.

[lifeinpoetry]

I sit with my grief. I mother it. I hold its small, hot hand. I don’t say, shhh. I don’t say, it is okay. I wait until it is done having feelings. Then we stand and we go wash the dishes.

— Callista Buchen, from “Taking Care,” published in Thrush

[kayascodelorio]

“Sleep is a luxury at Hellgate. It’s a danger. But when I slept, I dreamed of you.”

Her head snapped up.

“That’s right,” he said. “Every time I closed my eyes.”

“What happened in the dreams?” she asked, eager for an answer, but fearing it, too.

“Horrible things. The worst kinds of torture. You drowned me slowly. You burned my heart from my chest. You blinded me.”

“I was a monster.”

“A monster, a maiden, a sylph of the ice. You kissed me, whispered stories in my ear. You sang to me and held me as I slept. Your laugh chased me into waking.”

“You always hated my laugh.”

“I loved your laugh, Nina. And your fierce warrior’s heart. I might have loved you, too.”

Might have. Once. Before she had betrayed him. Those words carved an ache into her chest.

She knew she shouldn’t speak, but she couldn’t help herself. “And what did you do, Matthias? What did you do to me in your dreams?”

The ship listed gently. The lanterns swayed. His eyes were blue fire. “Everything,” he said, as he turned to go. “Everything.”

SIX OF CROWS, CHAPTER 14