Tragic.


 

Et quand l'heure viendra d'entrer dans la Nuit noire
Elle regardera la face de la Mort,
Ainsi qu'un nouveau-né, — sans haine et sans remords.

— Charles Baudelaire


 

Greek Mythology


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thegenderqueeralchemist:

asexual, bisexual and pansexual people are actually made of stardust and flames and are immortal pass it on

noahjashinski:

"Sometimes at night I dream of the most terrible things. I take a hammer and I creep out of bed And I raise it high and I smash your head; Fibular and tubular and ribs and cages, too. In fact, while I’m here, I’ll smash the whole of you. But skeleton, you are my friend And I could never bring your life to an end…"

noahjashinski:

"Sometimes at night I dream of the most terrible things. I take a hammer and I creep out of bed And I raise it high and I smash your head; Fibular and tubular and ribs and cages, too. In fact, while I’m here, I’ll smash the whole of you. But skeleton, you are my friend And I could never bring your life to an end…"

lionsandshadows:

ponchopeligroso:

every single person you know has something in their life and past that is probably worth collapsing to the ground in an uncontrollably sobbing heap over, so be nice to each other and tell good jokes

this is really important.

angry-poems:

this month’s horoscopes

TAURUS: dirt
GEMINI: ether
CANCER: paper
LEO: hair
VIRGO: milk
LIBRA: blood
SCORPIO: cement
SAGITTARIUS: meat
CAPRICORN: grass
AQUARIUS: marrow
PISCES: whiskey
ARIES: bone

This blog supports sex workers and is a safe space for current and former trans/non-binary sex workers

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A woman who says “No thanks, I’ll sleep on the floor”; a woman who freezes up and tenses at your touch; a woman who says “I really don’t want to” and “We really shouldn’t” and “We can’t” and “Please at least wear a condom” is not saying yes to you, and if you would like to pretend that that is unclear, you are a liar, you are being disingenuous, you are lying and you know it.
—Mallory Ortberg, "What counts?" (via dolorimeter)

mortisia:

Let’s learn together about Edgar Allan Poe and his work. 22

Never Bet the Devil Your Head, often subtitled "A Tale With a Moral", is a short story by American author Edgar Allan Poe, first published in 1841. The satirical tale pokes fun at the notion that all literature should have a moral and spoofs transcendentalism.

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Is a clear attack on transcendentalism, which the narrator calls a “disease” afflicting Toby Dammit. The narrator, in fact, sends the bill for Dammit’s funeral expenses to the transcendentalists, who refuse to pay because of their disbelief in evil. Despite specific mentions of transcendentalism and its flagship journal The Dial, Poe denied that he had any specific targets. Elsewhere, he certainly admitted a distaste for transcendentalists, whom he called “Frogpondians” after the pond on Boston Common. He ridiculed their writings in particular by calling them “metaphor-run,” lapsing into “obscurity for obscurity’s sake” or “mysticism for mysticism’s sake.” Poe once wrote in a letter to Thomas Holley Chivers that he did not dislike transcendentalists, “only the pretenders and sophists among them.”

You have such a February face,
So full of frost, of storm, and cloudiness.
—Don Pedro to Benedick, in Shakespeare’s Much Ado About Nothing 5.4.41-42   (via petrichour)

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