I made us something to help us talk about feelings.
“This was a frequent fault of his: the more precarious the position, the more unlikeable he became.”
—Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles
I was the shadow of the waxwing slain
By the false azure in the windowpane
-Vladimir Nabokov +
- boy:girl:the boy and the girl do not have a conversationlove does not existyou're going to die some day
- “I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,
For love would be love of the...”
- mccoydarling said:Please talk forever about Helen and ancient greek you are so enpoint
in the iliad helen speaks the last lament for hector. the only man in troy who showed her kindness is slain—and now, helen says, πάντες δέ με...