What If Instead Of Saying “no Mourners, No Funerals” The Dregs Said “no Tea, No Shade”

if 23 of my friends all stabbed me on the ides of march, i simply would not be mad, because

a) it would mean i had 23 friends

b) id finally be dead

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Fortune Teller reading my palm: It just says “yikes.”

a little louvre love #tbt (at Musée du Louvre)

Pavilion Hall at the Hermitage Museum. St Petersburg, Russia.

i love when you listen to a new song and you’re like three seconds in and you’re already like yes this pleases me it is mine

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot

let yourself be a cliche if it makes you happy. go to coffee shops and order something with too many syllables. cry yourself to sleep sometimes. kiss in the rain. draw on your arms. write bad poetry. write better poetry. fill notebooks with your crushes and hopes and yearnings. feel everything for the first time.

“You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.”

— Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray