If I Were Rain, I'd Patter Against Your Windows. If I Were Snow, I'd Bury You Six Feet Deep.

whenever i see a "dark academia" "the secret history aesthetic" post i want to cry because you've!!! fallen!!! for!!! richard's!!! trap!!!

DON'T ASPIRE TO BE THE LIKE THE GREEK CLASS. THAT'S LITERALLY THE WHOLE POINT OF THE BOOK, MOCKING IDEAS OF SOCIAL SUPERIORITY BASED ON 'LEVELS OF INTELLIGENCE'.

JUDY LITTERALLY HAS THE SAME THOUGHTS AS JULIAN, YET DOESN'T ACT SO HIGH AND MIGHTY ABOUT IT. be. more. like. judy.

richard. papen. is. an. UNRELIABLE. narrator.

rant over, have a nice day :)

Gigi's Legendary animatic brainrot.... I'm planning to draw more telecommunications frames that I liked from the animatic btw!

Ib mother @gigizetz 🩷💚

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(Did you guys miss me, lmao? I'm still in the midst of my exams but this gorgeous beautiful SUPERCALIFRAGILLISTICEXPIALODOCIOUS animatic took my breath away- GO WATCH IT NOWWW!!!!.....)

R.I.P Henry Winter you would've loved Apple products and how they successfully led to the exponential increase in mindless consumerism

Dangerous but Ody is actually happy to see Hermes

I think the thing that makes me go feral in God Games is the fact that Athena matches the melody of every god she tries to persuade, except for Ares.

Ares, the only god Athena can never see eye to eye with, the brother she is by nature eternally pitted against, the guy she just fucking hates. She whips her own theme out to rebuke him and it is glorious

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.

In the bright spring sunshine adoring lovers recline against a white wall. A lonely stranger watches. Dusk enters the wisteria.

Yosano Akiko, River of Stars: Selected Poems of Yosano Akiko

dazai at work sending this to chuuya

i just want my books to consume me devour me unstring my bones and spit me out reborn.