But that is how a tragedy like ours or King Lear breaks your heart—by making you believe that the ending might still be happy, until the very last minute.
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But that is how a tragedy like ours or King Lear breaks your heart—by making you believe that the ending might still be happy, until the very last minute.
M. L. Rio, If We Were Villains
What hurts is that he was capable of love. Of caring. Of kindness. But I wasn’t good enough or worthy for him or that love.
— but she was
I read. Obsessively. Because, when I read, there is purpose to my loneliness.
it says " want to know a secret?" so I said yes😂😅
Oh! How silly of me!
Here's a secret for you then:
James can be the most annoying sleeper. He once kneed me in the ribs (unconsciously, of course) and I had a small but ugly bruise for almost a fortnight. Oh and he's also extremely ticklish. If he asks, you didn't hear it from me.
yess
i'm sorry i don't understand...
Oliver drew up some good faith treaties I drew curtains closed, drank my poison all alone He said I have to trust more freely And maybe it's my past that's talkin' Tellin' me to punish him for things he never did
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life
Come with me. I'm probably crazy but just do it, come with me. Don't even think about it. We'll go to New York, we'll work, we'll live together, we'll be together. It's what I want. It's what you want, too. I want to be with you, but not here. Not this place, not at Dellecher. We have to start new. You're ready. And I'm ready. I'm ready for this. You can count on me now. I know you couldn't count on me before, but you can now. You can. You know we're supposed to be together. I knew it the first time I saw you four years ago, and you know it, too. I know you do.
Oh James...
my James.
I would follow you anywhere, fall right off the edge of the world with you. You know I want you. I need you. You've always known it, perhaps even before I could ever realize how much you mean to me. Yes, I'll come with you.
But sometimes, no matter how broken the past might seem, no matter how much we long to forget it; we just simply can't. I can't. Let this not be an ode to starting anew but the close of an Act. A love strengthened by the repercussions of past wounds and heartbreaks and evergreen friendships and secret smiles. We could be together, you and I. We'd be together till the end of time, beyond physical dimensions and where the sky meets the sea.
And I'm sorry if this is too sappy— love confessions tend to do that— but I love you. My dearest James. My little sparrow. My sweet tragedy.
— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
[text ID: I wish the world were ending tomorrow. Then I could take the next train, arrive at your doorstep in Vienna, and say, 'Come with me, Milena. We are going to love each other without scruples or fears or restraint because the world is ending tomorrow.' ]
out of some sentimental gain I wanted you to feel my pain but it came back return to sender. @therealolivermarks
Is this the sound of sweet surrender?
― Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice
[text ID: I mustn't look at you too much, or I won't be able to take my eyes off you at all.]
anne carson, the truth about god / mitski - square
why will the holidays always hurt?
Snow fell all around me, my fingertips were frozen, with ice under my feet I saw him open the door and went warm for the first time in months.
Ohio?
assign a taylor swift song for all of your friends (both Dell and hampden)
okay.
(most are songs i think fit you and some are how i feel about..you/our relationship, i'll just say that most are songs i think i fit you i think the one's who have the latter will figure it out themselfs :) )
@therealbunnycorcoran — Innocent, this is me trying, ME!
@deer-slayer / @wretched-things / @dear-slayer — I did something bad, Carolina
@millymacau1ay / @redwinestainedlips — mad woman
@thereal-meredithdardenne — the man
@therealjamesfarrow — The moment i knew, tolerate it.
@therealalexandervass — 22, ME!
@therealolivermarks — It's nice to have a "friend"
@new-neanias / @johnrixhardpapen — this is me trying
@therealachlysrowan — This love,sparks fly
@therealfrancisabernathy / @francois-rouge / @written-by-baudelaire — the last great american dynasty
@therealwrenstirling — seven
@therealrichardstirling — bad blood
I feel called out.
Come back, come back, come back...
I'm here
“There seemed to be something tragic in a friendship so coloured by romance.”
-Oscar Wilde