Jacob Elordi in Euphoria (2019—)

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Jacob Elordi in Euphoria (2019—)
“I understood the true fate of Orpheus, that love is a constant terror of loss.”
— Kazimierz Wierzyński, tr. by Czeslaw Milosz, “A Word of Orphists,” (via vivienvalentino)
If you must live, darling one, just live. (K.H.)
“i left home a child and came back to trumpeting heralds and parades in my name and historybooks with my face on the front cover–– a hero. i left home a child and came back a hero but no one seems to see that a hero is a warrior and a warrior must first be born of war. and i see too many children chasing after my footprints with joy wearing armour like blankets and helmets like crowns laughing with eyes bright as the faraway glint of sniper scopes. and i do not want to leave a legacy of bloodstains and bruised knuckles and teeth clenched around burning bullets. and i do not want anyone else to leave home a child and come back a hero tasting blood on every passing wind and regret on every shaking breath. but i left home a child and came back a hero and only a hero–– ––not the historian who writes the legends or the god who writes the stars and i do not have it in me to stop the next warrior who leaves home a child and comes back a hero.”
— the hero’s lament ( j.p. ) || home, legacies and regrets for anonymous
“Yes, he made himself seen! In a crowd of thousands…”
It was June, I was ten…
Episode 5 Royal Misfits Backstage at ANASTASIA with Christy Altomare
“I think we’re just going to have to be secretly in love with each other and leave it at that.”
— The Royal Tenenbaums (2001), Dir. Wes Anderson (via wnq-movies)
Ok > arguing with anybody
this scene alone should be enough for queer eye to win another emmy
my two moods
nolanfunk: Calling the front desk to see if anyone’s seen my clothes…
HEY, Sabrina! I’m starting a YouTube channel called, “Insert CD-Rom” and was wondering if you could give me a shout-out? Thanks, babs. - Romulus Wright
Oh, Romulus. Usually I would chide you for not using a false name, but since this is a positive advertisement, I’ll let it slide. Your videos won me over. Everyone, you heard the man! Check out his YouTube Channel “Insert CD-Rom,” especially if you’ve a penchant for creative camera work and cinematography!
Stay attractive, Romulus!
P.S. — Can’t wait for your debut as Gaston!
“Remember that he is not a god. Remember that he bleeds. Remember that his tears are not stars and his bones are not bedrock and his blood is not liquid gold. Remember that he suffers and hurts and sorrows. Be gentle with him, because the world will not remember to be kind. Remember too that he is not human. Remember that he is fated for the legends. Remember that he is not yours to keep. Remember that there are those stronger and greater than you who have already claimed his flesh as their sacrifice. Remember that when he stands before his destiny, you may be nothing but a voice in the back of his mind you may be nothing but a ghost of a touch across his skin. Love him anyway. And when they write that book about him, read it. They will lie and forget and get everything wrong. Read every book they ever write anyway. When the poets sing his name and the historians dig his grave, clutch close the truth that you held and felt and loved. Clutch close the boy who taught you to dance and spent the nights lying on a fire escape counting stars. You will want to keep that boy for yourself and keep his memory safe from the greedy fingers of the world. Do not. Remember again that he is not yours to keep. Tell the world about the boy. Tell the world how he loved sunrises but hated waking up for them. Tell the world how he built pillow forts and curled up with blankets. Tell the world how he wanted nothing more than to enjoy what is good and pure and beautiful in the world to protect it from harm. The world will not listen. The world will not believe you but tell them anyway. Tell them anyway. It is the only thing left you can give to him.”
— how to love a demigod ( j.p. )