The Line “your Worst Sin Is That You’ve Betrayed And Destroyed Yourself For Nothing” Is So Raw

we made comparisons between joe exotic and trimalchio from petronius’s satyricon in my latin class today after my professor went off on a tangent about binging the show when he should have been grading our tests. and i never thought my netflix binging and niche interests would overlap like that

Polly Florence

what does your bio mean? "the sea was never blue" ?

Homer used two adjectives to describe aspects of the colour blue: kuaneos, to denote a dark shade of blue merging into black; and glaukos, to describe a sort of ‘blue-grey’, notably used in Athena’s epithet glaukopis, her ‘grey-gleaming eyes’. He describes the sky as big, starry, or of iron or bronze (because of its solid fixity). The tints of a rough sea range from ‘whitish’ (polios) and ‘blue-grey’ (glaukos) to deep blue and almost black (kuaneos, melas). The sea in its calm expanse is said to be ‘pansy-like’ (ioeides), ‘wine-like’ (oinops), or purple (porphureos). But whether sea or sky, it is never just ‘blue’. In fact, within the entirety of ancient Greek literature you cannot find a single pure blue sea or sky.

— The Sea Was Never Blue, Maria Michela Sassi

What, from a cursory glance, appears blue generally has more to say. You lift a precious stone to the sunlight and it lights up, it refracts, but there’s always a side you can’t see. If you think you’ve thought of it all, think a little longer. There’s always more to consider. 

“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

ambition is devouring her,

cracking and bending,

heart clenched and dripping

with poison greed and silver blood

the 3 am thoughts they say

are the truest a mind can form

her 3 am thoughts just say

when will I prove them all wrong

[ ode to slytherin ; r.c.s.]

How do you know what you should do

You pay very close attention your body because it doesn’t know how to lie to you, and pay very little attention to your mind because it is lying to you all the time

“But what if you never got to kiss him? What if you never got to hold his hand? What if you never got to feel his arms around you, breathe in the air around him and feel his silence? How do you get over him then? What if you still have his laughter spilling out of your pockets, the sound of him saying your name ringing in your ears, wishing that he’d grab your arm when you were walking away, knowing that he never would? How do you get over someone who you never had? How do you forget things that never happened? Do you ever stop loving someone who never knew how you felt? Do you ever learn to forgive yourself for not telling them?”

— Questions // Sue Zhao

And the angel said, “DO NOT BE AFRAID.”