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i’m not saying i want to be a vampire but given the chance to be gay, dramatic AND immortal i certainly wouldn’t turn it down

mantra for today: “I don’t give a fuck about what other people think of me, I believe in myself, my capabilities and I know what a strong person I have become. I will let people judge and let their words either bounce off or become my fuel” 

rawest fucking hozier lyrics in no particular order:

i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight

heat of her breath in my mouth; im alive

i’d be the choiceless hope in grief that drove him underground

idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword

and when the earth is trembling on some new beginning with the same sweet shock of when adam first came

every version of me dead and buried in the yard outside

the stench of the sea and the absence of green are the death of all things that are seen and unseen

if I was born as a blackthorn tree i’d wanna be felled by you, held by you, fuel the pyre of your enemies

some like to imagine the dark caress of someone else, I guess any thrill will do

before the wave hits, marveling at god; before he feels alone one final time and marries the sea

betray the moon as acolyte on first and fierce affirming sight

i have never known peace like the damp grass that yields to me, I have never known hunger like these insects that feast on me

screaming the name of a foreigner’s god; the purest expression of grief

sweet and right and merciful, i’m all but washed in the tide of her breathing

but you don’t know the hell you put me through; to have someone kiss the skin that crawls from you

so i try to talk refined for fear that you find out how i’m imagining you

my head was war, my skin was soaked, I called your name ‘til the fever broke

be still, my indelible friend, you are unbreaking

remember me, love, when i’m reborn as a shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn

✨ 🌱⛺🌱✨

 I think I might keep the tent for a while.

Saint Sebastian Tended by Saint Irene (c.1625)   by Nicolas Régnier (1591–1667)

– @jstor, quietly blowing my mind with keywords (x)

august goals:

heal from relationships that went wrong

be happy about small victories

smile more

say nice thoughts about people out loud

begin a small project that I will work on every day of the month

stop thinking in an “all or nothing” way

The Catholic church convicts Galileo of heresy (1633)

new aesthetic, like cottagecore but for the sea. Mediterraneancore. Blue and yellow pattern tiles. Blood oranges and lemons. a wide brim hat. balconies. decadent, warm, mysterious. angelic but the types of angels whose beauty puts u to silence

i was just gonna leave this as a joke about classical literature but then i realized that there was an obvious part 2: