“46. Who would not fall in love with such a youth? Whose eyesight could be so blind, whose mental processes so stunted? How could one fail to love him who is a Hermes in the wrestling-school, an Apollo with the lyre, a horseman to rival Castor, and one who strives after the virtues of the gods with a mortal body? For my part, ye gods of heaven, I pray that it may for ever be my lot in life to sit opposite my dear one and hear close to me his sweet voice, to go out when he goes out and share every activity with him. And so a lover might well pray that his cherished one should journey to old age without any sorrow through a life free from stumbling or swerving, without having experienced at all any malicious spite of Fortune. But, if in accordance with the law governing the human body, illness should lay its hand on him, I shall ail with him when he is weak, and, when he puts out to sea through stormy waves, I shall sail with him. And, should a violent tyrant bind him in chains, I shall put the same fetters around myself. All who hate him will be my enemies and those well disposed to him shall I hold dear. Should I see bandits or foemen rushing upon him, I would arm myself even beyond my strength, and if he dies, I shall not bear to live. I shall give final instructions to those I love next best after him to pile up a common tomb for both of us, to unite my bones with his and not to keep even our dumb ashes apart from each other.”—http://www.well.com/user/aquarius/lucian-amores.htm
Here’s where we died that time last year, And where the angels and devils meet. And you can dance with the queen if you need; And she will always keep your cards close to her heart, So close to her heart; Before they tear you apart.
I keep in my heart an eternal winter though the trees are dressed in sneezing blossoms of gold and green and vanity; Where spring pulls fire into the clouds, in my chest there is a wall of ice prickling my lungs with every breath in me.
HELLO STAN INTERNET. i have come to pimp some art. most of y’all are art types and are willing to spend a little cash to have beautiful things hanging wherever you live.
SHIRU! paints stuff. she also sketches stuff. it is frequently very creepy and bizarre stuff, always quite unique and interesting, and having seen her paintings in real life i can attest that they look even better off-screen than on, which is saying something because rebecca, for instance, looks fucking stunning. you can see some of her creepier stuff here, and you can find examples of her excellent sketching here. prices are negotiable and frankly negligible. i’m always fascinated by what she draws—it’s all got a strange, semi-realistic surreal quality to it, like something you’d see in the better brand of eerie children’s films, and much of it is hanging on my own walls.
so. check out her shit, pimp her shit everywhere you can think of, and buy her shit that she might continue to, um, eat. i’m, uh, pretty sure she is currently trying to choose between EATING and HAVING PANTS WITH NO HOLES (this is important! she lives in michigan, it is VERY COLD IN MICHIGAN, I CAN ATTEST TO THIS); she is parting with her art for that reason. so. you buy pretty art, she gets to eat! IT SEEMS LIKE A GOOD IDEA TO ME.
also the sooner she can do stuff like eat and get a license and a car the sooner we can live together.
if you have never really said much of anything to me before now, or if we don’t talk on anything that isn’t tumblr, plz2b going into my ask and leaving a little bit about yourself. I’d like to meet some new people.
My biggest regret ever is allowing a man to sexually harass me when I was 13. He would pin me against the wall, fondle me, and make lewd comments. Now he’s a Mormon missionary. Nobody would believe me if I admitted what happened.
“When we grab you by the ankles
Where our mark is to be made
you’ll soon be doing noble work
Although you won’t be paid
When we drive away in secret
You’ll be a volunteer
So don’t scream where we take you;
The world is quiet here.”—Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events. (via emptyfiction)