nothing ever ends poetically. it ends and we turn it into poetry. all that blood was never once beautiful. it was just red. — k r
i need you. i love you.
the craziest thing about being alive is that you have to live with other people’s interpretations of you
tim kreider was right when he said we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known
missing you*
*rembrandt’s only seascape “the storm on the sea of galilee” stolen from the isabella stewart gardener museum on march 18, 1990
some posters i made for class. because we all know what supernatural is about right?
♡ prints available on my shop ♡
big fan of the “I can’t fix him but I can follow him to his tragic and untimely end and love him even as he becomes corrupted and decays into a shadow of his former self” trope
huh. something small but unexpected happened and it threw me off my rhythm. the whole day is ruined now. its gonna take me 3-5 business days to recover
When y’all talk about the horrors being unending, you’re referring to the eternal cycle of meal planning/grocery shopping/cooking/dishes, right?
the kitchyphean torments, yes
– Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe (1749-1832), from “Faust” (first performance 1829), translated from the German by W. Daniel Wilson
