Medea, 1873 Anselm Feuerbach

I went antiquing today and found a century old copy of Hamlet

prigione-di-lacrime Roberto ferri

physically at home, but mentally in an academy that smells of wood and old books, at the head of a secret society.

“On the train we swapped seats, you wanted the window and I wanted to look at you.”

– Mahmoud Darwish

self discipline is so hard like. i know the sucker who's in charge...a pushover who hates authority and loves hedonism

sirius black - painted nails, big, black boots, kicked feet up on the table, tobacco-smelling fingers, green and purple and black, gets into fight-fights whenever someone says something bad about their friends, blood and bruises for the ones they love, friends over family any time, recklessness running through their veins, a guitar riff that makes your stomach drop, chunky silver rings clicking against each other as they gesticulate, loving with a heart of gold, a heart of a lion

james potter - the height of dishonor to distrust one's friends, would rather die than let out a secret, red hair blending in with caramel skin, round glasses that slip down your nose, eyes glinting with victory, with happiness, with love, a broad smile full of confidence, ink-stained hands, picking fruit from the trees, playful banter, the rise of the sun, a new era, a golden necklace, an heirloom, a symbol, running down in the family, running down like water, warm sand between warm fingers, red converse, being loved, so loved, a golden boy, and spreading that love around you

peter pettigrew - a shock of adrenaline coursing through your veins, running away from trouble, from the world, warm pillows, sitting by the fireplace, crocheting, the sting of a tattoo needle, a hickey, foggy windows, the smell of freshly-baked goodies, and rain hitting that warm ground of summer, sweet summer child, catching snowflakes with the tongue, loyalty, fighting for what is believed to be right, biking on sunny hills, watery eyes and rosy cheeks, never feeling good enough, loving friends, unlikely homes in unlikely people

remus lupin - autumn leaves, annotated books, cheap tea, running on the seaside, splashing around with water, old records in broken players, cheering on your friends, a rough kiss, holding hands under tables, crumpled parchment and messy handwriting, tanned skin, lying down in the grass, whistling, driving a broken car, afternoon naps, bouncy curls, wooden furniture, falling in love, a secret that he's supposed to keep but can't, the sun shining on your face through the curtains in the morning, a wide smile and sharp canines, loving and holding on even after the storm

Ok ok Dracula is cool but what about goth lesbians who was written 25 years before Dracula?