do you dream of the stars?

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[buffonia]

“Greed may do your bidding, but death serves no man.”

[lanzhans]

i’d love to tell you i had some deep revelation on my way down, that i came to terms with my own mortality, laughed in the face of death, et cetera.

the truth? my only thought was: aaaaggghhhhh!

happy birthday, percy jackson!

[taiturner]

There’s no such thing as good guys or bad guys. There’s just people, goin’ about their lives. But when the world ends, all those people die, including our family. Time changes everything.

@usergif back to cool event #1: blending | © Sue Zhao ft. FIVE HARGREEVES of The Umbrella Academy

[galindaelphaba]

rina + perfect harmony (requested by anon)

[tvdversegifs]

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[buffyboyfriend-deactivated20240]

@litofcolournet event ii : dynamics — RIN, KITAY & NEZHA.

the unwritten rules hung in the air, reinforced by every passing moment that blood wasn’t spilled. no one would lift a weapon. no one would fight or flee. just this night, just this moment, they had entered a liminal space where their past and their future did not matter, where they could be the children they used to be.

[sitpwgs]

these heists, the future they promised. the five of them, different as they were, all knew what it meant to have greatness expected of them. immigrants, their children, always had to be extraordinary. even then, they still might not be enough. 

for @selwynkane 🤍 

[sitpwgs]

tea time reads book club october pick → babel by r.f. kuang

“i think translation can be much harder than original composition in many ways. the poet is free to say whatever he likes, you see – he can choose from any number of linguistic tricks in the language he’s composing in. word choice, word order, sound – they all matter, and without any one of them the whole thing falls apart. that’s why shelley writes that translating poetry is about as wise as casting a violet into a crucible. so the translator needs to be translator, literary critic, and poet all at once – he must read the original well enough to understand all the machinery at play, to convey its meaning with as much accuracy as possible, then rearrange the translated meaning into an aesthetically pleasing structure in the target language that, by his judgment, matches the original. the poet runs untrammeled across the meadow. the translator dances in shackles.”

[purplebass]

2022 books - wuthering heights by emily brontë

Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.

[prrcyjacksons]

That’s the thing about being an adult standing beside your childhood race car bed. Time collapses, and instead of the version of you you’ve built from scratch, you’re all the hackneyed drafts that came before, all at once.

[Book Lovers by Emily Henry]

[buffonia]

If you never saw the stars, candles were enough.

[reinasmoris-deactivated20230408]

       One is quite capable, of course, of working out these destructive passions in more vulgar and less efficient ways. But how glorious to release them in a single burst! To sing, to scream, to dance barefoot in the woods in the dead of night, with no more awareness of mortality than an animal! These are powerful mysteries. The bellowing of bulls. Springs of honey bubbling from the ground. If we are strong enough in our souls we can rip away the veil and look that naked, terrible beauty right in the face; let God consume us, devour us, unstring our bones. Then spit us out reborn.

— THE SECRET HISTORY, DONNA TARTT

[buffonia]

Chapter 1: I Accidentally Vaporize My Pre-Algebra Teacher

[dailypalmetto]

soft future andreil

[oscarwilds]

but when your entire world is shattering, a little bit of magic is...n o t h i n g.

[mayahart]

a for amy march, chosen by @sudaji​

amy is like the lark she writes about, trying to get up among the clouds, but always dropping down into its nest again. dear little girl! she’s so ambitious, but her heart is good and tender, and no matter how high she flies, she never will forget home.

[oscarwilds]

And that was the moment I realized: when the world felt dark and scary, love could whisk you off to go dancing; laughter could take some of the pain away; beauty could punch holes in your fear. I decided then that my life would be full of all three.

BEACH READ, by EMILY HENRY