Lady in Yellow (1888) by Thomas Wilmer Dewing

the real test of what you were like as a kid

1. which barbie movie was your favourite

2. what period of history were you obsessed with

3. which book/series you have the most distinct memories of reading for the first time

impusively kissing! kissing when laughing! kissing cheeks to say thanks! kissing noses! kissing foreheads! kissing hands! kissing wrists! kissing temples! kissing fingertips! lazy kissing! goodbye kisses! see you later kisses! wait for me kisses! be right back kisses! that is so stupid but i love you kissing!

The number of messages I’ve failed to answer across all my devices and media platforms will be weighed against my soul on judgment day, and I will be cast into hell

I hope you know that you are the reason for so many smiles. You bring so much happiness and joy to those around you and you don’t even notice it. You have lit up people’s days simply by being here.

getting into the shower: evil evil evil

being in the shower: there is no past and there is no future, there is just the here and now, i am alone but i am not lonely, i am calm and one with the universe, existence is sublime

getting out of the shower: evil evil evil (wet version)

WHEN WILL THE SONG OF ACHILLES LEAVE MY MIND </3

you want me to wear my boyfriend's clothes. the thing that killed patroclus

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

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name one hero who was happy

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He is half of my soul, as the poets say

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When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him

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We were like gods at the dawning of the world, & our joy was so bright we could see nothing else but the other.

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There was more to say, but for once we did not say it. There would be other times for speaking, tonight and tomorrow and all the days after that. He let go of my hand.

Madeline Miller loved the illiad since she was seven, had a her highschool teacher teach her more about it, helped her freind in college to direct a Trojan war play AND went on to write the song of Achilles FOR 10 YEARS. Like, her whole life revolved around it. No wonder she birthed such a masterpiece.

can you believe that the most human trait there is is art? we didn't start making art because it was needed for our survival or it helped us mate or hunt…. we make art for the sake of making it and for you and other people to enjoy it. this is why I love literature and art museums or just looking through my old sketches and stories…. making art is what it means to be human I think.

deleting dating apps so that I can find love the old fashioned way (i get captured by my enemies and tortured for information. you save my life and help me escape. I give you a name because the people who kidnapped you when you were a child never gave you one. we crash on a desert planet and think the other is dead only to be reunited like a day later and run into each other's arms. you're wearing my jacket I tell you to keep it because it suits you.)

— Unknown

— Julio Cortazar

— Mabel, Episode Eighteen: Unusual Hungers written by Becca de la Rosa and Mabel Martin (via girlwithouthands)

plays are my favourite medium for tragic stories because you see the sorrow happening to humans right before you in a way you don’t when reading a novel or watching a movie and the act of watching it and grieving with it and finding catharsis in that shared unhappiness is that much more tangible. tragic plays are just deliciously juicy to attend in a way comic plays somehow aren’t as often

sometimes i think about the fact that even people a thousand years ago must have seen the same moon shining above them in the night sky

Observe how the life of this world deceives those around you. It lures into traps of vanity, wealth, and fame, and exalts them above others. This splendor blinds them, and they are lost forever in illusion. But then in one instant, life deals the blow of death, and all is gone, and with the beguiler it stands laughing at their sad end. So overcome your egos that you may be saved from the snares that devoured kings and paupers alike.

♡ asks ♡

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