poet as giver. poet as dichotomy. poet as perennial mess. poet as burned-at-own-stake. poet as canvas and brush. poet as borderland.

Goblin Cinematography: Episode 9

im fucking dying

tag yourself: summer routine edition

getting my bujo set up for the semester has been tons of fun so far!!

your pencil case 😍😍

https://www.instagram.com/petrafcollins/

Uruguay for the love of God and everyone around the world: defeat the evil

classic

Thiago Silva stopping his children from fighting the referee  — June 22, 2018

ok i’m crying rn

The amount of questions Bastille asks in their songs really stresses me out

are you gonna age with grace? do you like the person you’ve become? can you fill the silence? how am i gonna be an optimist? how am i gonna get myself home?

like idk dan you figure it out

Percy Bysshe Shelley, excerpt from “Matilda Gathering Flowers” (via virgin-martyr)

4:00 PM

(you never sleep regularly anymore.)

tag yourself: nine muses

calliope: old bookshelves, scented face cream, acts like they don’t give a shit but really cares a lot, needs a hug, marble staircases, script writing with calligraphy pens, wandering through rose gardens to think

clio: nonchalant, smiles with teeth, denim jackets, up to date, would take a bullet for a friend, watching the sunset while driving on an empty road, star stickers on cheeks, lots of instagram followers

erato: hopeless romantic, fav flower is roses, light blush, sleeps with a duvet, wants to write a love letter, likes poetry, kinda sad sometimes, the feeling of sunlight shining on your face, lipstick stains

euterpe: has a really pretty bedroom, friendly, laughs loudly, always listening to music, tries to keep a daily journal but ends up writing like three entries a year, wants everyone to like them, currently trying to learn six languages

melpomene: really sad sometimes, way stronger than they realize, loves thunderstorms, rarely uses emojis, mint and lemon water, writer, dark chocolate, intelligent but most don’t notice, still loves harry potter, empty beaches in the winter

polyhymnia: loves reading classics, waking up to the rhythm of rainfall, expensive coffee, meditative, overthinks everything, head in the clouds, has a powerful look, probably writes poetry

terpsichore: loves to dance, probably sings in the shower, fav color is glitter, loves doing makeup, smells nice, finding shapes in the clouds as a summer breeze pushes them across the sky, would eat ice cream for five years if they could

thalia: theater kid in hs, can’t wait for spring, sunlight seeping through blinds onto soft white blankets, relies on earbuds, the smell of wet earth after rain, peaceful resting face

urania: knows constellations, speaks to the stars, role model is the moon, believes in soulmates, loves a lot, into astrology, would die for the people they love most, night sky reflected in their eyes, small smiles holding huge secrets

you know who’s a white man you can’t escape? domhnall gleeson. you see his pale ginger ass in every single fuckin movie you’ve ever known or liked. harry potter? he was in it. star wars? that as well. the new fuckin,,,,peter rabbit shit, black mirror. i watched that winnie the pooh movie. i cried. you bet your ass he was in it too. you don’t even know who the fuck this is. ‘who’s domnhall gleeson’ you’re saying as you’re probably googling him right now. but as soon as you clap eyes on that smug irish motherfucker his entire life force is going to fuse with your own and you’ll never be able to escape this orange man as long as you live