late nights in the country house
I think we should talk more about the fact that Henry is basically the personification of the "beauty is terror" quote – hence, the concept of the Sublime. Richard found him to be the most beautiful out of the whole group – not in the in the literal sense, obviously, but in the sense that Henry was the one he looked up to, admired and eventually idolized the most out of them. Even after the murder and all that happened afterwards because of him, after finding out how terrifying he could actually be, Richard still couldn't let go of his initial impression of him, and kept on thinking fondly of him despite everything he'd done – and so did all the others. Henry kept them all together, then wronged them so many times, and in the end he still left them all with that lingering ghost of him they were never able to get rid of.
the sun literally sets and casts a golden hue over everything every single day and we fucked it all up and invented paying rent
honestly henry winter
I’m at the “we’ll see” stage in my life. With everything and everyone. We will see.
I want to be someone's muse, the object of someone's desires. I want to be something somebody thinks about all day. I want to be painted on a canvas by a painter, to be written in words by a poet. I want to be the inspiration for somebody's art.
the most fun a girl can have is finding parallels, noticing patterns, making connections, contemplating
cant wait to start feeling normal again I think to myself knowing that i have not once felt normal not at all my whole life not ever
It's all about the smallest things. The smell of coffee and the warm feeling, when the sunshine touches your skin while it's freezing. Simple.
reading books in Latin, coffee stained papers, piles of books on the desk, spilled ink, wine bottles with a candle stick in it, cherry red lips, a very chaotic mind of new stanzas and creative work. Grecian artwork and statues that crumbled over time. revlon lipsticks and dior blush.
in my mind Henry finished the translation of Paradise Lost and Richard found it in the glove compartment of Henry's car after his death
Perhaps I romanticize this state of loneliness so much that it becomes too beautiful.
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