“patrick Fucks You Like This, Patrick Fucks You Like That” What If I Don’t Want To Fuck Patrick?

parker and chester from life of luxury were the original art and patrick

when someone says im not an og mike faist fan but where were they when he featured in season 19 episode 5 of law and order: special victims unit??

gotta appreciate I can I will I did mike faist too!!

SOME OF THESE ARE SO FOUL MY GOODNESS

ALLife as vines (Pt. 2)

You just know that when Katniss publishes her book Peeta has a stack on the bakery counter that he pushes every customer to buy.

“But Mr. Mellark I can’t read!” “Your mommy can read it to you!”

“Peeta I already have a copy,” “you can have two! It makes for a great harvest gift.”

“I’m not gonna buy mom’s book, dad” “but she’s your mother!” “I already have a copy!”

The Secret History destroyed my life like what do you mean I can't drink wine and study classical literature and spend the nights in a countryside mansion with piano echoing through the dark halls and break through the confines of humanity in a bacchanal and commit a string of murders and try to escape but eventually kill myself in a blaze of glory, ultimately shattering the lives of the people around me? That I can't escape the cognitive mode of experience and transcend the accident of my moment of being? That I can't lose my self, lose it utterly? What do you mean I can't live without thinking?

jude st francis is prayer by leith ross

more specifically monastery jude

Sometimes I’m doing okay but then I think of Jude St Francis and I fall to my knees and weep

We should talk and appreciate more how the Hanging Tree song is forever tied to Sejanus as well.

Written and sung by Lucy Gray for Coriolanus, about the place where Sejanus died. Suzanne Collins successfully tied all three Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes protagonists to what is the most important song in the entire saga, without it feeling forced 

sigh

old post but it still hits

I presume that sejanus' body was left in district 12, I assume he never got his last rites. Maybe he was stuck there, underground in an unmarked grave until the bombs fell over the district. When for the first time in 65 long lonely years his bones were uncovered and he got to feel the sun shine over his weary remains. His own legacy waking him up to watch the snow fall, the districts rising up, the rebellion that he hoped to see. The mockingjay singing the end of the hunger games. Rather than the jabberjays that haunted him. What he had hoped for, for so long, finally coming to fruition.

But he still doesn't get his last rites.

His name is still lost to time like Lucy Grey's.

He never got to see his own district again.

The capitol fell, his "friend" fell.

He got what he wanted but it was too late for him, for Marcus, for so many others.

Sejanus Plinth is his own quiet tragedy, not 2 decades of life, being an outsider, trying to help. All for nothing, his death is near inconsequential.

A bitter tale of all those we lose to time that never see what they were fighting for. Wrong place or wrong time?

Left in 12, finally at rest in the districts.

Richard Papen: