nightwalker;

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“The unlucky father, not a father, called, “Where are you, Icarus?” and “Where are you? In what place shall I seek you, Icarus?” He called again; and then he saw the wings of his dear Icarus, floating on the waves.”

and anyway, I never cried. the whole time, not once. God moulded some people out of clay, but I was chiselled out of stone &   stones don’t bleed & they damn well don’t cry and neither do boys & somehow I was both I mean, rock & more rock.   and I’m saying all this to the carnations by the window & she she gives me that look. The one where she’s clearly thinking   about my capital-T Trauma & says, so? so you never cried and, so what did you do?                            & God, I say, I don’t know. I say, I wrote about grief I say, I wrote out grief I wrote: grief, grief, grief, grief, grief   and didn’t stop until I couldn’t feel it anymore.   the whole damn year was violence and anger and grief. I think December had moved into my body.

Name Aesthetics  

“All your questions can be answered, if that is what you want. But once you learn your answers, you can never unlearn them.” 

Anne Sexton, from “The Truth the Dead Know” (via allloversbetray)

for mermay🐚🌿

Ednat St. Vincent Millay (b. 22 Feb 1892), Savage Beauty: The Life of Edna St. Vincent Millay (via existential-celestial)

everything is so dreamy

5/8 Until the very end.

Natalie Wee, from ‘Practice Makes Perfect (for Marie Kakhniashvili)’, Our Bodies & Other Fine Machines (via soracities)

so I´m going to stay and let it rain

(x) words for slytherin kids

opened your curtains like the world was a piece of fruit you, a boy draped in sun, pressing oranges into juice, your mouth a trove of pulp, a store of delightful things. we eat the entire world for breakfast (it’s hard not to) we turn ourselves into valuable creatures, with all this antique soil, all this freshwater. boy, i want to grab the sun out of the sky for you. i want to dive into every body of water, i want to serve you rain storms on a hand- crafted dish, feed you with my fingers. i want to stretch my body into a tree, to provide shade, to provide a place to sleep, to provide fruit juice.

moon priest