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the special relationship is as strong as ever, lads

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you’re supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but its sweet to know someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out.💗✨

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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

I think I understand why you call yourself Atlas now.

You don't have to be a man to be so stony-faced,

Muscles frozen from a backhand's winter wind.

The weight of the world isn't so heavy, you tell me,

It's all you've ever carried, your back broken in a bow.

Do you bow to an audience, stony-faced girl?

Is it their mistaken applause you crave,

Or do you bow because it's all you know?

You're a beautiful performer, Atlas. That's clear to me,

You dance so gracefully across this shattered stage.

I hear you tell yourself the ringing in your ears

Was just the echo of an orchestra,

A symphony of shouts in minor key.

Don't you bow to this world, performer.

Bite the backhand with a smile.

Disobey this heartless world you know.

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Sleepy eyes

Words slippin' through

Tired nights

I'm thinking 'bout you

Link to the observatory I got that picture from

how is there so much going on inside of my head but aIso literally nothing

“Im hangry” the hell is that.

- February 27, 1922

- The diaries of Franz Kafka, 1914-1923

[ID: "February 27. Slept badly in the afternoon; everything is changed; my misery pressing me hard again." End ID]

Bodyparts are falling from the sky

An I'm trying to piece you together

I can't seem to find the parts that fit

Sometimes you're too small, or too big

But I try relentlessly to build your body

Don't even realize it's a monster I've created

It doesn't have your smile, darling

It's my fault probably, but I swear I'm trying

So I'll just redo it again, and again

Until my hands are bleeding,

And my eyes are blinded from the building

And I collapse on the chest of the monsters I've created.