#ugh so dramatic

[runawayatlas]

one of my favourite mythology ever, and maybe because it’s not Greek it doesn’t end in tragedy?

Anyway the clarification by Hamilton made me lose it. “The writer is entertained by what he writes ; but he believes none of it.”💀

Cupid and Psyche by Antonio Cadava

The Abduction of Psyche, 1895 by Bougeureau

[leonardo-fontana]

It had been months since Leo had fled from Sicily, closed down shop and left his beloved to go back to America. It was difficult to leave the life that he’s built for himself, but, in all honesty, it did not come close to carrying the overbearing weight in his chest ever since he found out about his father’s terminal illness. The business would have been alright since, it wasn’t in-demand anyways. There were very few locals who wanted tattoos in Sicily, and the season for tourists to come visit the island was over when he decided to leave; however, there was Flor. Poor Flor, Leo thought, as he remembered her teary eyes when they glazed upon his face. The corners of her lips were curled downwards, a sight he wasn’t used to seeing. She always smiled around him, but when he told her he was leaving for a while, she wasn’t anymore, and understandably so as well. He wanted to embrace her but he couldn’t. Her body language that day had given away the feeling that she did not want him to hold her. The memory was burned in the back his mind. He remembered every detail as if it had only happened. He even remembered her scent that day. She smelled like orchids.

As the cab drove him away from the local airport, Leo kept remembering what happened to him those past few months, beginning from the day he told Flor he needed to leave, up to the moment he witnessed his father take his last breath on the hospital bed. It was as if everything had gone wrong, like a snowball effect, one problem lead to another and it got bigger and bigger as it rolled down the steep hill. Then, he wondered, when he was going to start feeling okay again. 

Sicilian nights were relatively lively which wasn’t unusual as it was a popular tourist attraction; however, that night was different. It was mid-March and Sicily was quiet. It was sound asleep. Leo rolled the car window down and allowed the soft breeze to enter. He took a deep breath and smiled for the first time in months. The air smelled like the sea, and he could hear the leaves of every tree they passed, at a distance he could hear the faint sound of the town centre. Maybe the island wasn’t fully asleep after all. My father lived a good life, he thought to himself for reassurance. In a few weeks, Leo and his mother will take his beloved papa home.

The taxi dropped him and his bags off in front of Flor’s. He figured it could wait in the morning but Leo cannot. He left his bags on the porch steps and rang the doorbell. It was very late and Flor would sure be annoyed, angry even, but he’d rather just see her then, no matter what expression she wore on that pretty little face of hers. He wanted that warm and comforting embrace he was deprived of many months ago. Most of all, he wanted to say sorry, but when the light came on and the door cracked open, he was at a loss for words. His heart was pounding so hard, it felt like it wanted to escape from his chest. “Hi...” He trailed off pathetically.

[fanxychurch]

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[umbralsong]

I know better than to complain about the radiating pain running up and down my spine.

[mshepalenko]

My friend just commented that he admires the dedication of some girls to dress as little as possible even in cold weather. Then, my other friends said it's not dedication, it's stupidity. So I sorta called her out on judging someone for something that's none of their business. Kinda dropped it, but then she's like, I was feeling good up until 2 minutes ago, which is obviously me calling out her internalized misogyny.