Look, the trees are turning their own bodies into pillars
of light, are giving off the rich fragrance of cinnamon and fulfillment,
the long tapers of cattails are bursting and floating away over the blue shoulders
of the ponds, and every pond, no matter what its name is, is
nameless now. Every year everything I have ever learned
in my lifetime leads back to this: the fires and the black river of loss whose other side
is salvation, whose meaning none of us will ever know. To live in this world
you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it
against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go.
— In Blackwater Woods by Mary Oliver
Favorite Skam soundtracks
Season 2
plato’s apology: adult toddler sentenced to death for being pedantic asshole, asks “why”
the aeneid: man fucks up at every possible opportunity, generally has bad time
the iliad: manchild sulks excessively at slight to honor, hundreds dead as a result
the odyssey: man uses wiles to return home after war, ruins lives of everyone around him
the satyricon: if we could tell you what the hell is going on, we would
medea: loathsome toad abandons wife, ensuing custody battle has body count
herodotus’s histories: the history channel is older than you think it is
commentary on the gallic wars: man speaks in third person about encounters with other cultures and how he mercilessly destroyed them
oedipus the king: man unwittingly sleeps with mother, psychologist centuries later jerks off to the concept
It’s not like this with other people.
Just some appreciation for Adam Driver’s hands. :)
Glass Onion + Text Posts (part 1)
Your hands are cold.
we are what we grow beyond.
William being 100% Done with Chris
hey sexy.
stop flirting with me, I'll fall in love with you