Child of Cain

got that dog in me and mitski has been showing financial interest in it

Not even even vices are as fun as they used to be. You don’t even have to go outside to piss your life away anymore. You can just develop an online gambling addiction and overdose on opioids that you ordered from the internet. Sad!

you can only reblog this if it's Wednesday December 31 and you're a lesbian. and you like yuri

a kitty is like a stuffed animal that is so heavy and it bite you and she loves you so much and you're best friends

*Valley Girl voice*: I must, like, not fear. Fear is literally the mind-killer. Like it’s basically the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will totally face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me, and? When it’s gone? I’m gonna like turn the inner eye to see its path! Where the fear has gone there will be literally nothing. Only I will remain.

hermes in hadestown is the exact opposite of an unreliable narrator. a tortured narrator. a little *too* reliable. incredibly aware of exactly what is happening at any given moment, vaguely spoiling it for you in the beginning, despairing every second of it. but ultimately motivated to continue to tell the story over and over and over with a smiling face for the sake of the audience, and for the sake of the characters themselves, singing it again to keep them alive. knowing how it will end, but singing it again so that the cycle may restart and eurydice may come back to life. enduring the misery of it all, over and over, holding the knowledge of what will come to pass but continuing anyway to see orpheus happy just one more time before it all goes down in flames again.