To be in love with the night sky
To figure out its ways
Where each constellation starts
And where the Milky-way lays
Telling Cassiopeia she is pretty
Because you know she wanted to hear it
Trusting her with your pain and screams
And telling her your dreams.
To know the phases of the Moon by heart
To shiver at your window on a cold night
Because you had to say goodbye to Mars
Than having your dreams guarded by the stars.
making bad art and dressing weirdly and collecting random things and listening to silly music is actually so important
oh so you’re just going to wear a black turtleneck?? like some kind of slut????
(felt like writing shitty poetry today)
And now I'm in the woods
The sun is burning my cheeks
I feel your presence
You're a shadow, you're a tree.
You are everything there
But you are also nothing
I feel your presence
And I'm there, barefooted and running.
So much time have passed
And I still miss you, till this day
I feel your presence
Maybe I found peace.
Till death, we do art.
nobody in greek mythology, especially the men and noble women, were good people when looking at them with modern morality. the sooner you can realize that and stop trying to justify their actions in order to enjoy the stories, the sooner you can start to genuinely empathize with and see the shared humanity in the narratives of these people from a deeply alien time, whose stories, although (and partially because) they come out of a culture built on hierarchy and exploitation and violence, still resonate with us today
Permanent dark eye circles squad
Are you “enemies to lovers” fucked up or “found family” fucked up?