Young Donna Tartt. You’re Welcome.

I want to see you in my dreams but then forget

We're meant to be but not yet

“I am nothing in my soul if not obsessive” defines me. Without obsession, I experience profound emptiness.

Rooted in my mind

The Secret History set in the modern day and everything is the same except Francis has no less than four strawberry ice vapes on his person at all times

the mirror is where I look away from myself the most

but I would look at my reflection in the water for hours just because it's water and not what was

I look away from the past because there lives everything I've lost

and after all these hauntings I've grown to really hate ghosts

I thought that maybe you wanted to break me because I was too tough

yet you still did it when I wasn't even that strong

I don't know what hurts more

that you might've planned it all

or that you didn't care enough to

or that I am stronger than ever now

if you saw this last year, shhhhh, you didnt

Rest in piece to our mystery blonde, who appears to have taken the time to put on her reddest lipstick before trying to make it to the arboretum, knowing there was a dangerous monster loose in the academy

I Can’t Help But Wonder

Odysseus, who just violently and mercilessly murdered 108 or so men, who claims in the next song that he’s no longer a kind or gentle man, actively listens to Telemachus and kindly and gently responds to everything his son’s expressed.

Telemachus asks, “Am I like you? Am I strong like you? Will you embrace me? Will you love and accept me as yours?” He says, “I’ve felt so alone.”

And Odysseus claims him in a heartbeat, answering, “My son. My boy. My sweetest joy I’ve ever known. I embraced you twenty years ago. I’d do the impossible for you. I’d die for you.” He says, “Seeing the men here today, I can only wonder what you’ve been through for twenty years. My son, you’re already strong. You’re my own. You’re not alone. I’m home.”

And then they fucking embrace.