mistakes were made

so i briefly returned to this account and found a lot of ppl asking if i’m just taking “creepy photos of people in museums”. relax - i know this person, they knew i was taking photos (even if they weren’t aware of it all the time they knew). also even if i didn’t know them they’re a reason their face is hidden, it’s not just an ~aesthetic thing. 

Did u delete?

Word of the Day: Liberosis

My hands are full of ash. I burn down everything I touch.

HOW TO LOVE A GOD:   i. be prepared to bleed. there is no way this will not spell tragedy, and you know this singsong melody of warning bells: your father’s gentle words, the restless-reckless humming beneath your skin. if you want to love a god, learn to ignore it.   ii. throw yourself off cliffs to teach yourself how to fly. throw yourself off cliffs to teach yourself how to fall.   iii. hollow out your body, divest yourself of these useless mortal organs. fill yourself with longing instead.   iv. know that there are only a handful of gods but a world of mortals. you will not be the first glint of metal to catch the light of the sun, and no matter what you weave into your heart at night, you will not be the last.   v. and remember, you will bleed.

icarus fell in love with an unamed god and he died with two names on his lips (one sweet and one salt)