take me home.

dreyden | istj | 9w? | biology major | everywhere and nowhere at once | author and constellation in the making

[hozierarthistory]

The Lament for Icarus by Herbert James Draper // From Eden by Hozier

[melusine-sea-stone-blog]

Fuckin me all the time

[l-achrymose]

@viperiidae

[lifeinpoetry]

I loved him       (I think).                    Shameless. Laid before him,                    stupid lamb                    in a                              slaughterhouse.

— Karese Burrows, from “Persephone Writes a Poem,” This Is How We Lost Each Other

[africanaquarian]

if any of you are bored you could try taking this color oracle assessment. it’s interesting

[lightmaster]

this shit dragged my ass within the first two lines of text, I’m done!

[fullonliplock]

me as well

[scdub]

How did it know I have been maticulously watching my finances?  How did it know that I hate my roommate and am in a stressful situation because she is the dirtiest person I’ve ever met?  How did it know that I’m a year into a long distance relationship/ have constant feelings of loneliness??  

[babesbooksandbattles]

[genderdiceroll-deactivated20240]

this fucking read me like a book god help me

[petitemxrt-deactivated20180815]

“There’s a Japanese phrase that I like: koi no yokan. It doesn’t mean love at first sight. It’s closer to love at second sight. It’s the feeling when you meet someone that you’re going to fall in love with them. Maybe you don’t love them right away, but it’s inevitable that you will.”

— Nicola Yoon, The Sun is Also a Star (via dulciius)

[differenttypesofpeople]

Types of people: Hours of the day

02:00: Never seems to sleep. A bit self-destructive. Dark circles under their eyes. Longing looks. Dreaming of a better place. Always tired. Dark sense of humour.

04:00: Works too hard. Litres and litres of coffee. Lives off of instant meals. Talks too fast. Always in a hurry. Has big dreams. A bit clumsy at times.

06:00: Early bird. Bright smiles. Always singing under their breath. Sunrises. Making breakfast in bed for a loved one. Easily irritable. Wants to be friends with everyone.

08:00: Hard working. Knows how to balance out their life. Plans their day down to the last minute. Always in control. Not afraid to put people in their place.

10:00: Lazy mornings in bed. Wants to travel the world. Always manages to get the job done at the last minute. Handpicked flowers. Falls in love easily. Soft voice.

12:00: Sunny days. Bright smiles. Cares a lot about everyone. Wants to change people’s lives. Always trying something new. Tries their best to cheer up a sad friend.

14:00: Able to take a nap anywhere. Forgetful. Talks a lot or not at all. Hesitant touches. Doesn’t easily connect with people. Could probably change the world if they actually tried.

16:00: Snaps easily. Will fight you. Not afraid to stand up for themselves. Believes the world can be a better place. Wants to be the change the world needs.

18:00: Long work days. Always giving their best. Home cooked meals. Sunset picnics.  Always manages to make time for the ones they love.

20:00: Only puts effort into things they enjoy. A bit of a pushover. Always trying to be better than they are. Thinks too little of themselves. Always there for everyone.

22:00: Always up for a party. Loud laughs. Doesn’t stay around for very long. Not quite sure what they’re doing with their life. Very passionate about everything they do.

24:00: Long, strange conversations. Believes in ghosts. Binge watching new shows. Lives in the extremes. Likes to spend a lot of time alone.

[ratguzzler-deactivated20181213]

ill be sappy whenever i want. i dont give a shit. i love you. fuck off

[l-achrymose]

@viperiidae

[viperiidae-blog]

💜💜💜💜💜💜

[daifei]

apollo reaching for the sun

[daifei]

apollo reaching for the sun is not an interpretation of myth, but rather a study of depersonalization and the struggle of yearning to become the bright, radiant, better “self” that others percieve you as while simultaneously internalizing the fear that you are less than you are. It is a study of doubt and duality in which one separates the outer “percievable” self into the inner self and the outer self and struggles to unite two in an effort to relinquish self doubt surrounding who they really are as a person.

[makeyouleave]

my fave angel concepts:

angels smoking on a street corner bc they kno it won’t hurt them

angels crying

their wings only being visible when they’re angry or experiencing strong emotion

u can feel the buzz in the air when ur around an angel, like ur in a thunderstorm

an angel wearing their halo on their wrist and disguising it next to like 5 glow stick bracelets

they can all sing beautifully and hauntingly

angels being able to play any musical instrument n just generally having a deep connection with music

if ur asleep around an angel u always have vivid dreams

[makeyouleave]

plants grow faster when an angel is around

angels are immune to heat, and their halos are burning to the touch; when it rains, they steam

some angels will come out at halloween to help stop kids from getting lost; some will come out because it’s the only time they can have their wings on show

an angel’s touch is good luck. a kiss is great luck

where ppls moods are sometimes influenced by the environment, an angel’s mood influences the world around them. if u ever start crying for no reason, there’s a good chance that a sad angel is nearby

clouds form differently above the heads of angels

the outlines of their wings can b partially seen in rain, and the tops of them can b seen clearly when it snows

if an angel is out on nights with a full moon, they’ll often glow softly along with it

[thecoolsumist]

Everyday Objects Made Unusable by Giuseppe Colarusso

[fireandbloodmotherfucker-deacti]

I bet Guiseppe Colarusso is a shit roommate

[habeenkimoved-deactivated201903]

choose one: fangs or pointed ears, immunity or immortality, wings or horns, greek mythology or egyptian mythology, chokers or anklets, dark red or dark green, glitter or blush, heels or boots, ripped jeans or fishnets, long nails or short nails, vampire or werewolf, oceans or forests, books or movies, phone calls or text messages, rings or studs and skirts or jeans.

[kibberswrites]

We are three minutes into three miles of bad road, teeth clattering and I can’t speak without a tremor in my voice. I would say the tremor is from the potholes, but she, she, is talking just fine. It is fear with its favorite mask on, so I can curse the hands and their neon vests that laid this asphalt, blame them for this terror as she turns to me and sleepy-grins head leaning back against the headrest, hair static-clinging, the rattle blurring her edges. She is so ill-defined I hesitate to call her real. I wonder that I haven’t created her to fill the emptiness, a daydream except for the fact that she spilled a big gulp down her t-shirt hours ago and I swear I can still smell it in the air. I want to touch her with sticky fingers, though I do not dare. I am certain it would smooth the road. Ruin this ruin. We are four minutes into three miles of bad road and I don’t care about the pieces of metal we are leaving behind. The tires pop and she calls them fireworks, and I realize this whole time I hadn’t ever thought of turning around. Love has become the eraser of invention for me, door handles and turn signals and the brakes, the mere concept of slowing down. Minutes from now I will be left in the middle of the road, skidding across poorly-laid asphalt and missing chunks with this machine, and I won’t have thought once, not once, of getting out of the goddamn car. 

-Three Miles of Bad Road, inspired by @julykings list of prompts

[elvellontrash]

shout out to Karl Urban as Eomer for giving one of the most heart wrenching cries ever produced in cinematic history where you can essentially feel the anguish and shock that he is going through to find that his sister was on the battlefield, and is now injured, presumably dead. words cannot describe his pain.

[sterngalaxys]

-forgetting means you’re off to a good start (caroline g.)

[choodraws]

crops of some sketches from off patreon last month | patreon.com/choo

[freakybuggy]

[ambulanceinertia]

please watch this person shred on a hurdy gurdy

[fthgurdy]

That is a very good quality gurdy…and I wish I could play like that…

[tuulikki]

If you’ve never heard hurdy-gurdy before, allow me to assure you that whatever you are expecting it to sound like, it won’t be even a fraction as cool as the real thing.

[quasi-normalcy]

I was not expecting to hear a blistering hurdy-gurdy solo this fine morning