TUSK!

— winnie, xxi, they/them.

[renaisances]

I turn all Roman. I devour. I make a myth of myself. I label my palms and the soles of my feet Augusta. Step not here, Imperator.

iconography / o.b. (via afphrodites)

[theoptia]

Euripides, from Grief Lessons: Four Plays; translated by Anne Carson

Text ID: Gods are stubborn. So am I.

[dogmotifs]

hanif abdurraqib was really fucked up for saying “there is intimacy in the moment where the eyes of two enemies meet. there is a tenderness in knowing what desire ties you to a person, even if you spent your dreaming hours cutting them a casket from the tree in their mother’s front yard. it is a blessing to know someone wants a funeral for you.”

[butterflypeaflowertea]

i think the concept of soulmates and fated romance is fun, but also if u think about it for long enough, it’s so utterly nightmareish

[butterflypeaflowertea]

#what is a soulmate if not a very special kind of mutually tightening noose (via)

[biscuit-shooter]

[bestofthe60s]

Visit Original Link

#44. Ben E. King - Stand By Me (1961)

[calliophies]

Jean Béraud - Symphony in Red and Gold & BØRNS - Holy Ghost

[africansouljah]

Pulp Fiction (1994)

[luthienne]

I am sick, sick. With this desperate fury.

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via luthienne)

[olreid]

emily wilson, introduction to the odyssey

[typodescript]

[text ID: But it is unclear when Odysseus finally achieves his ends and reaches his home, if indeese this moment ever comes. Odysseus is reunited with Penelope, but the poem continues. We see the ghosts of the suitors travel down to the underworld and meet the spirits of Achilles and Agamemnon, which might have been a kind of ending; but the poem continues. We see Odysseus reunites with his old father, Laertes; but the poem continues. Fighting breaks out on Ithaca between Odysseus and his supporters, and the friends and family members of the dead suitors. The battle groes intense, and Odysseus is wild with martial rage; only thanks to the intervention of Athena does it stop. And there the poem ends.

The poem refuses to offer us a definitive moment at which home and peace are achieved, once and for all. Odysseus never sets aside his desire to fight and kill his fellow men, or his yearning to wander and be absent. end ID]

[whatagrump]

That fucking island. Makes you do shit you don't wanna do. How is it we haven't figured that out by now?

[arsantiquis]

Clouds by Frederic Edwin Church part II.

[sentimentalbot]

— Rainer Maria Rilke, tr. by C. F. MacIntyre, from Duino Elegies; “The Second Elegy,”

[adrasteiax]

on the water a clear image of blossoms death close by

Katsura Nobuko, from Far Beyond The Field: Haiku By Japanese Women [translated by Ueda Makoto] (via adrasteiax)

[heavensghost]

Haruki Murakami

[valchevins]

Visit Original Link

“PRØTØN BELLS” by KØBA

Played on Kadara in Mass Effect: Andromeda

[larmoyante]

“I am not good. I am not virtuous. I am not sympathetic. I am not generous. I am merely and above all a creature of intense passionate feeling. I feel—everything. It is my genius. It burns me like fire.”

— Mary MacLane, I Await the Devil’s Coming