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found on “Sufjan Stevens, “Fourth Of July” (Official Audio)”
He did not fail in love, but he lost his joy of it, for I was no longer part of his solitude. As my intimacy with his family grew I became part of the world which he sought to escape; I became one of the bonds which held him.
-Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited
Yeah I listen to music
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every iconic fictional trio consists of a “be gay do crimes” idiot, a prodigy with an unexisting sleeping schedule and someone who hates life but wholeheartedly believes in the power of love. they’re all kinda intelligent on their own but when they’re together their braincell count drops to 0.
how do i not have a girlfriend i can literally play the one point perspective guitar solo
anticipation is usually much worse than the actual event
since we’re out of jokes at the moment let’s just have silent reading time
The moon climbed out of the ravine, blue, skinny, as if it had been fed on nothing but skimmed milk.
– Yevgeny Zamyatin, from “The Protectress of Sinners,” The Dragon: Fifteen Stories (The University of Chicago Press, 1976)
Some of the rawest fucking lines from Agamemnon by Aeschylus
“Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final.”
— Rainer Maria Rilke, Go to the limits of your longing
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no offense but i’m not gonna end up a nervous wreck like the people i know who are nervous wrecks though i’m not gonna name names yours was an exception did the sound just stop
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there really is an incredible intimacy in killing in greek tragedy. it’s so often the people who are closest to each other, the people who love each other most, who kill each other. of course agamemnon kills his daughter, his oldest child, and is killed by his wife and then his son kills his mother as she faces him and bares the breast that suckled him. megara and her children die at the hands of her husband heracles who then in turn is killed by his wife deianira. agave and medea kill their sons with their own hands. theseus condemns his son to die and creon his niece. and so many die at the most familiar hands of all, their own, antigone and haemon and eurydice and deianira and jocasta and phaedra and ajax.