I Can’t Remember What Six Year Old Me Was Wishing For Throwing Coins In The Fountain And Blowing On

the iliad//the song of achilles

Virginia Woolf, The Waves

Every one of us is losing something precious to us. Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again. That's part of what it means to be alive.

— Haruki Murakami

@academia-lucifer

• The mortifying ordeal of being forgotten.

Danny Castillones Sillada, Those Sweet and Painful Memories // Artwork by @/zhihuie on twitter // V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue // Halsey, Angel on Fire // Steve Salo, Forgotten Art // Halsey, Angel on Fire // Sarah Thebarge, The Invisible Girls // Mitski, Working for the Knife // Artwork by @/bekysfairy on ig // Octavio Paz, tr. by Eliot Weinberger, from The Poems of Octavio Paz; “The Prisoner”

#I love two gay dads and their son

i have so much to say about how badly i want a pretentious shakespeare-obsessed academics friend group and a boy to have intense homoerotic tension with but i yearn for it so much that i have no idea how to put it into words

Oh my god these bitches gay! Good for them