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Cosmic Funnies
YOU ARE THE REASON
occasionally subtle

Kiana Khansmith

Product Placement
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Not today Justin
macklin celebrini has autism
NASA

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
RMH
noise dept.
taylor price

#extradirty

Origami Around
Cosimo Galluzzi
$LAYYYTER

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I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth.I would know him in death, at the end of the world.
“This, I say. This and this. The way his hair looked in summer sun. His face when he ran. His eyes, solemn as an owl at lessons. This and this and this. So many moments of happiness, crowding forward.” ― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles
sweater weather (feat. briseis & deidameia)
“you cant.”
I shift, an infinitesimal movement, towards him. It is like the leap from a waterfall. I do not know, until then, what I am going to do. I lean forward and our lips land clumsily on each other. They are like the fat bodies of bees, soft and round and giddy with pollen. I can taste his mouth—hot and sweet with honey from dessert. My stomach trembles, and a warm drop of pleasure spreads beneath my skin. More.
Achilles: *Crying, and clutching the festering body of Patroclus in his tent*
The ghost of Patroclus: Damn bitch you live like this??
A second lifetime. A long and uneventful, but peaceful second lifetime. If it’s with you, I wouldn’t mind. Not one bit.
Achilles saying ‘she can’t see us here’ to Patroclus in the cave is basically the ancient greek demigod equivalent of texting ‘my parents aren’t home’
Patroclus and Achilles from a scene of The Song of Achilles, commissioned by Vincenzo!
A feeling would come. it was almost like fear, in the way it filled me.
me when im working on something: oh i am so fucking genius,
me looking at the completed work: absolute fucking garbage who allowed my hands to make this
I wish lesbians were as easy to find in real life as they are on tumblr
11 FUCKING THOUSAND NOTES ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME WHERE ARE YOU ALL COME DATE ME
ok
update: we are dating
update: we are married
I love happy endings
THIS IS THE KIND OF QUALITY CONTENT I EXPECT FROM THIS PLATFORM.
OMG I’m so happy for you guys!
that post that’s like “if you don’t feel up for school then just dont go! you dont owe anyone an explanation” like i really appreciate that sentiment but also have you ever existed in the real world at all
having one of those last names that instead of saying it you just spell it out right away
even his tantrums are cute