“you’re So Pretty,” Okay Write Poetry About Me Then.

Only hot people lay on the floor and contemplate their mortality 

This close 🤏 to walking into a mysterious fog and never coming back

If I had a nickel every time a guy in a dostoevsky novel has been attacked in the face and instead of challenging the offender to a duel as they did back in the 1800s they didn't do shit, I’d have two nickels

And also when Edgar Allan Poe said— "Tell me every terrible thing you did, and let me love you anyway."

My favourite character: smokes, drinks, reads greek and other dead languages, keeps a latin diary, kills someone by punching their collarbone, weaves an intricate web of lies and plot to escape jail, kisses his unrequited love and then shoots himself.

Me: now I know what Wilde meant when he said 'You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.'

I need a lot of affection and some rough sex

Request: Queer love as something holy. Being alienated from religion and finding your own way of worship.

Jorge Luis Borges, The Meeting in a Dream

Taylor Swift, False God

Ziggy Marley, Love Is My Religion

Frank Ocean, Bad Religion

Stephen Adly Guirgis, The Last Days of Judas Iscariot

Jake Wesley Rogers, Jacob from the Bible

John Keats to Fanny Brawne, 13th October 1819

Cardi B ft. Megan Thee Stallion, WAP

Semler, Bethlehem

Wrabel, The Village

Tosca, Ho Amato Tutto

Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

Fall Out Boy, Church

Lord Alfred Douglas, Two Loves

Semler, Bethlehem

William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

Lana del Rey, Tulsa Jesus Freak

Hozier, Take Me To Church

Mary Lambert, She Keeps Me Warm

Tyler Glenn, Midnight

Sappho (attrib.)

Wrabel, The Village

The Aces, Lovin’ Is Bible

Jake Wesley Rogers, Jacob from the Bible

Louis Tomlinson, Only The Brave

Lana del Rey, Religion

Richard Siken, Litany in Which Certain Things are Crossed Out

“creature”, half•alive // Fliegeroffizier, Karl Alexander Wilke // Vicious, V. E. Schwab

“Don’t walk behind me; I may not lead. Don’t walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friends.”

— Albert Camus

Making the people you adore laugh is literally everything

how to be a god

speak with a smirk, your smile can be a magnet. speak with a scowl, your eyes could cut like daggers.

walk with your head high, let your wings stretch as wide as possible. never look down on mortals, you’re meant for the skies.

dress to the nines no matter the occasion. ballgowns from any time period, victorian suits, knights armor. blood stains are simply proof of your power.

stain your lips with cherries or pomegranates, or even blood. slip daggers into your hair and tie your hair back with gold chains. never forget to adorn your head with a crown.

always touch, never be touched. let your hands roam their body freely, and take your time sizing up your pray. when you kiss them, don’t forget to bite.

carry around books from the crusades, from witches, from the romans. read to remember the battles you were apart of, the stories written after you.

speak in latin, in ancient greek, in ancient tamil. let the mortals know your words have power. scrawl ominous sayings across the wall, whether it be in blood or wine

every day feast as if there’s no tomorrow. accept only ambrosia and wine. sit at the head of your table and unfurl your wings, the world is at your fingertips.

let the women circle around you, shouting your name in a crazed way. let them dedicate their lives to your glory, let them kill to be near you. you are above all.

take your time. time runs by you, drink your wine slowly, scrawl threats on paper without rush, slide your sword into the mere mortal tenderly. you own the world.