With every passing day, with people leaving.
I feel I've become less of a human everyday.
““Do you ever wonder why mortals seek love so fervently?” asks Hermes, filling his goblet with more of Dionysus’ best wine. Dionysus is thinking of Ariadne again as he smiles sadly, “They walk through life only two steps ahead of death. Imagine what it must be like to know you are finite. You would constantly seek the beauty of love too, if you knew you were doomed. If you knew how your book ends, wouldn’t you want to fill it with beautiful things like love, too?””
— Nikita Gill, Excerpts from Maidens, Myths and Monsters
Tonight she's drunk on adrenaline rush... And I can't stop feeling awed by her.
Gryffindor
The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas
Henry V by William Shakespeare
Beowulf
War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy
Les Miserables by Victor Hugo
Profiles in Courage by John F. Kennedy
The Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank
Histories by Herodatus
Democracy in America by Alexis de Tocqueville
Hufflepuff
East of Eden by John Stenbeck
Othello by William Shakespeare
To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
Twelfth Night by William Shakespeare
Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse
Love In the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
White Fang by Jack London
The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
The Hunchback of Notre Dame by Victor Hugo
A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith
Ravenclaw
Farenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
The Divine Comedy by Dante Alighieri
The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoyevsky
The Brief, Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz
Animal Farm by George Orwell
Frankenstein by Mary Shelley
The Odyssey by Homer
Middlemarch by George Eliot
Catch-22 by Joseph Heller
Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll
Slytherin
The Art of War by Sun Tzu
All the King’s Men by Robert Penn Warren
Hamlet by William Shakespeare
The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde
The Autumn of the Patriarch by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
The Prince by Niccolo Machiavelli
Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess
Macbeth by William Shakespeare
Dracula by Bram Stoker
One day I'll be in that city.
Breathing in the air and feeling the sun on my skin
Watching the sunsets on the shore
The trickling rivers and more.
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Overthinking
I overthink and overlove but I hope one day someone might accept me this way.
Weird thoughts that just pop in my head ENJOY~
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