“Does Such A Thing As “the Fatal Flaw,” That Showy Dark Crack Running Down The Middle Of A Life,

I’m not going to explain myself

concept and fandom playlists:

dark academia but it’s wlw: old books, plaid skirts, leather boots, candles at night, exams, classics, the taste of coffee and tea, dark circles under your eyes after an all-nighter, gothic aesthetic and marble statues.

a dreamer boy and the boy of his dreams: ghost friends, crows, the pursuit of a dead Welsh king, late night silences and late night whispers, holding the hand of your best friend when you’re scared, the buzzing of bees and wasps, realistic dreams and dreamy reality.  (an Adam Parrish/Ronan Lynch playlist)

aunt Sappho would be proud of us: kissing the girl you love on her head, cuddling in bed, tucking a flower behind her ear, the taste of fresh apricots still on her lips, shy smiles and loud laughs, living your life freely, makin’ Sappho proud, women loving women.

songs for those nights you drive alone and your heart breaks: driving late at night on the highway, speeding up, leaving all your problems behind, the lights of cars, the noise of the night, the silence of solitude.

being brainwashed it’s a shared life experience: running away from the past, finding a safe place in the arms of someone broken as you are, broken bones and broken dreams. (a Clint Barton/Bucky Barnes playlist)

falling in love with your best friend on summer mornings: the heat of summer, the cold water of a pool, no school, no work, no chores, just the relaxing presence of your best friend, falling in love slowly, falling in love deeply, falling in love happily.

two himbos chasing eachothers through centuries: fighting for what is right, knowing someone as you know yourself, being dumb and happy with each other, searching and finding true love. (a Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers playlist)

songs I fall asleep to: thinking too much late at night, dark circles under your eyes, chapped lips and bitten nails, watching the moon, counting the stars, lying in bed pretending to sleep, a never stopping brain.

wizard who's too lazy to name things properly and so can't ever find the incantation she's looking for bc her spellbook is full of spells called shit like 'aaaa1' and 'asdfghjk'

Romantic Encounter (illustration), 1864

by Mihály Zichy.

When Bukowski said “We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.”

Euripides, from Grief Lessons: Four Plays; translated by Anne Carson

Text ID: Gods are stubborn. So am I.

what will it be, boss? the comfort of misery or the pain of change?

Shoulda realized I had adhd that time I misplaced a two-ton vehicle and didn’t realize for 48 hours

all of the love is stored in the orange 🍊

gary soto - oranges // kullaf - clementines-demo in oil // @spacefroggity // subwayhands on instagram // maggie stiefvater - the dream thieves // @tealesbian // wendy cope - the orange // mark bohle - oranges

of course you believe in soulmates you’re gay