Birds in a hands
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if i look back, i am lost
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@trivial-cloud
Birds in a hands
“my child is fine” your child has been listening to achilles come down for weeks on end
true love was invented when todd anderson recited an impromptu poem in front of his whole class and neil perry’s face looked like this
the song of achilles, madeline miller // etiquette, meghan howland // wuthering heights, emily brontë.
when whitman said “i contradict myself. i am large… i contain multitudes” and wilde said “what are you? to define is to limit” and sumney said “i insist upon my right to be multiple”
I hate texting. Come live with me.
I'm sick to death of this particular self, I want another.
Virginia Woolf, Orlando
on soulmates
f. scott fitzgerald / friedrich nietzsche / florence and the machine / andrea dworkin / kiersten white / euripides / audre lorde / phillip pullmann / bob hicok
Drowning // Inktober 06
Ophelia’s Death
Style inspired by the artists Harry Clarke and Aubrey Beardsley.
//I want to illustrate classic novels lately…
Btw it’s still not finished but my hand hurts so I decided to post it now.//
John Boyega at a Black Lives Matter Protest - Hyde Park, London.
“I want to consume the whole world, devour it, chew it to pieces, and spit it out again—fresh, terrible, beautiful, alive in all its parts, alive and singing.”
— Winter of Artifice by Anaïs Nin
Childhood doesn't exist for children; however, for adults childhood is that former country we lost one day and which we futilely seek to recover by inhabiting it with diffuse or nonexistent memories, which in general are nothing but shadows of other dreams
Juan Gabriel Vásquez, La Forma de las Ruinas
my life is constantly just an inner monologue of “why did I do that”
You should be outraged. You should be enraged and if you are not, if the senseless killing of the black community at the hands of our police force does not anger you please reevaluate your humanity.
To be unmoved by the current issues of our society is a privilege. To prioritize looting and damage to property over lost black lives and police brutality is to lack humanity.
Please evaluate and educate yourself, this is a major issue and we need serious reform and revolution in this country.
You can’t love the Romantics and academia and remain ignorant and complacent.
Photos taken from @thetogfather on Instagram