seeing how it shines

there is an IMAGE in my HEAD and i cannot DRAW IT. hatred and rage.

"i asked chat gpt" "i asked grok" well i asked orpheus and all he said was "laaaa la la la la la laaaaa"

Me: wow… i really have been so unplugged today… [sees that I posted every hour on the hour] well. Okay

you think that you're so alone in the world then you read literature from hundreds of years ago and you realize that other people have always felt this way

Bet it feels good as fuckkk to rest your hand on the pommel of your sword when the newcomer steps a little too close to your lord who you’ve sworn to protect with your life

not every mutual fits neatly into an archetypal medievalism but there are some mutuals that im like yeah addressing you as “my liege” would come strangely naturally

Francis Abernathy cleaning out the country house after the year ended and finding a tie Henry mistakenly left behind that still smells like him. Francis going on a trip after it all to clear his mind and buying gifts for people almost as if on autopilot, accidentally starting to look for something old and perfect for Henry without even realizing he won’t have anyone to give it to at first. Francis cleaning and getting rid of old papers and finding an assignment with Henry’s writing on it correcting him at points. Francis packing up his apartment and having to toss out the deck of cards he kept on the side table to the left of his couch in the perfect spot for Henry to grab easily and play solitaire as he liked to on nights when he found himself staying over but couldn’t sleep. Francis being home and with family and wishing Henry was there because unlike his family the man could sit in a room and keep quiet and read, just staying for the company they gave each other. Francis getting a parking ticket years later and unexpectedly breaking down because it reminded him of Henry telling him again and again to pay them. Francis having been the only one of them to go to his funeral. He mocked the decor in his head by the way, critiqued everything based on what Henry would’ve thought, and dropped the roses Henry never got to see bloom into his grave. He had to pull over on the drive home because he started having a panic attack, and ended up vomiting on the side of the road.

I love tumblr tags so much. Like okay here’s the main post and here’s my little secret thoughts and addendums for the besties

L + ratio + i hope you blink before + i do i hope i never get sober + i hope when you think of me years down the line you can't think of one good thing to say + i i hope you die + i hope we both die