love is patient love is kind wish u saw what i saw that night love is chasing neon lights wish u saw what i saw that night

the sun is shining through august haze on the bus. the whole world is golden. we just commandeered a stage at the bar and sang wonderwall. the world might be about to collapse into something so much smaller, but photographs are only as big as your palm, and a photo is worth a thousand words.

all i want from life sometimes is someone to lock eyes with and smile at during the chorus of our house by crosby stills nash and young

i have to remember. i have to remember everything.

why does everything HURT

hadestown proshot out and now i have to deal with everyone being incredibly stupid about the very basic themes and messages outlined in the literal text of the musical

i have the sneaking suspicion that when i die instead of saying i miss her i wish she was still here everyone will say what a shame. at least we had those good times together.

if she was flirting with me all year and i never caught on and now she’s moved away forever what do i do with that

nolan’s odyssey = cw’s riverdale. Next question

nolan’s odyssey is a story about stories. what do you tell yourself when you come back from the wreckage of the known world that you brought about? the suffering does not make you better. polyphemus’s twisted features—a half-remembered shadowy face in the dark. the laistrygonians—warriors far beyond the weaponry of the greeks. curses brought on by “gods” survival framed as “trickery” and “cunning”. odysseus might’ve never been a descendent of hermes. athena wasn’t there. the ocean did what the ocean does. the wind blew the other way until otherwise. what do you tell others about yourself when you win the war, but lose everyone alongside you? you come back with no husbands, no fathers. you destroyed a city of innocent people for nothing more than the greed of a corrupt ruler. you think you are noble, but you are savages, and scared of it! and so you invent worse things—gods, monsters, curses, jailers. all so you can stay true to the story you tell about yourself. if you go home, and you don’t have a story to tell your way out of the mess you’ve made, you’re responsible for the breaking of the world. if odysseus had ever existed, he wouldn’t have been half the man the stories tell of. no one ever is. tell me the story of a complicated man indeed

need to study the uncanny ability for emo music to put a lump in my throat and a pit in my stomach every time

saw a tweet that was like it’s so hot out i’m wearing the teeny-tiniest denim cut-offs i can find and im still sweating like crazy Yes because denim is not breathable. Ur walking around in concrete jungle nyc wearing vintage denim clinging 2 ur crotch. obviously you’re overheating . what happened to linen pants and a linen shirt. What happened to cotton. why are you wearing polyester and denim and then complaining ofc you’re warm