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Someday your hands will be old and wrinkled, the skin spotted and bunching over your knuckles. And a child will watch you make something. It's a simple task, you'll have done it a thousand times before. But to that child, the smooth, confident way your hands move will seem like impossible magic. You have to keep living.
prev these tags have me crying. this is absolutely what it's all about
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letter to theo by vincent van gogh
where is that cat with the kind and reassuring face
he?
thank you…..
so youre telling me. theres an adaptation of orpheus and eurydice. where eurydice was falling out of love with orpheus before her death but didnt know how to tell him, and when he walks into the underworld to get her back, shes forced to confess that she planned to leave him?? and shes the one to ask him to look back, but he doesn’t want to, because he knows she isn’t coming with him??? youre telling me that when he finally looks back, he does lose her, but only because he’s letting go??? you’re telling me its about grief? about drifting apart?? about moving on??? about love, and how its messy, and how sometimes it just doesn’t work out even if you go to hell and back for it, because we’re human and thats our tragedy????
you’re telling me netflix CANCELLED it?
Okay but what if I actually screamed
jokes aside, the dialogue
“orpheus… can you look at me?”
and he doesn’t turn
“please, look at me.”
“i dont want to.”
“why?”
“because you’re not coming with me, are you?”
might be a refreshing take on an old tale, might be a love letter to mythology, yeah congrats kaos writers for making something truly interesting

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Why did you turn around?
This must be a trick. I can't hear her. Can't feel her hand in mine. I look back
Is she there? Why would she follow me? Who am I to disturb her rest? I look back
I hear her fall — she must've tripped over a rock. I don't think. I look back
I take the final step into the sun. I look back. She is two steps behind
She asks me to. I hear her call my name. Let me go, she says. I do. I look back
I didn't. (I'm still there)
I won't. (Not this time)
I'm Eurydice
I.
This is a trick. It must be. I can't hear her. Can't hear her footsteps. Can't feel her breath. Can't feel her hand in mine. Is she there? Am I walking the path alone? Am I a fool who'd leave her here, are the walls laughing at me marching home while she is trapped below? I'm being lied to, aren't I? I have to check. I have to know. I have to know.
Are you with me, Eurydice?
II.
Is she there? I think I hear her footsteps. Or maybe it's the wind that's playing tricks on me. Would she follow? Does she even trust me to lead? Do I deserve her trust? Does she even want to follow, or am I disturbing her final rest? I haven't even asked her what she wants. Why would she want this? Want me?
Do you want this, Eurydice?
III.
I can hear her behind me. Her footsteps. Her shallow breath. She's here. She's here. It's dark. Can she see clearly? Does the light from my torch light her path, or am selfishly keeping it all for myself? The path is rocky. Uneven. I almost stumble twice, it must be even harder for her. Her breath catches and I hear her fall —
Are you alright, Eurydice?
IV.
I can hear her voice. She speaks to me as I walk. Quietly, softly. I say a joke. It's not funny, but she chuckles. The road is long and dark, but we're together. I can't hold her, but we're together. She's two steps back, always two steps back, but I can hear her, and I'll hold her soon, the moment both of us are in the sun. The sun! I take a step. The sun. It's here. We're here! I cannot wait to hold her.
...I am a fool, Eurydice.
V.
How long it's been? She calls my name. Her hand is on my shoulder. I don't look back. I can't look back. She says my name, and her voice is clear. I don't look back. I can't look back. Let me go, she says. She takes my face in her hands and gently turns my head. Please, let me go, she says.
I'm so sorry, Eurydice.
VI.
I walk forward. I just have to keep walking forward. I just have to not turn around.
I can do it, Eurydice.
VII.
This time for sure. This time I won't look back. This time I'll make it through.
Let me do it, Eurydice.
VIII.
I'm here.
I make my footsteps heard.
I'll follow you.
I breathe, the stale air in my lungs.
I'm following your lead.
I say his name, my voice a whisper. I don't stumble.
You're not a fool. There's nothing to forgive.
I talk to him, my tears stuck in my throat. I try to reach him.
He looks back.
He always does.
I walk. I whisper. I speak. I don't stumble.
I see his face in morning rays of sun.
His hair looks beautiful in golden light of morning. If that's the last I see of him, I'll count it as a blessing.
And then I'm gone. I'm always gone.
To be Eurydice is to be gone, really.
And then he tries. He always tries.
I thought, at first, that to be Orpheus was to try.
But to be Orpheus is to look back.
I’m going to unlearn shame *bursts into tears and beats my head against a brick wall*
i like to pretend i already died and asked god to send me back to earth so i can swim in lakes again and see mountains and get my heart broken and love my friends and cry so hard in the bathroom and go grocery shopping 1,000 more times. and that i promised i would never forget the miracle of being here
i like to pretend i already died and asked god to send me back to earth so i can swim in lakes again and see mountains and get my heart broken and love my friends and cry so hard in the bathroom and go grocery shopping 1,000 more times. and that i promised i would never forget the miracle of being here
signs as less common aesthetics pt. 2
Aries Nuclearcore
Taurus Piratecore
Gemini Rococopunk
Cancer Mommy’s on-the-phonecore
Leo Decopunk
Virgo Soft Macabre
Libra City Pop
Scorpio Devilcore
Sagittarius Crust Grunge
Capricorn Scuttlers
Aquarius Mythpunk
Pisces Art Nouveau

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thank you, haikyuu. (2012-2020)
being scared of dentists and the dark as well as pretty girls and starting conversations is wlw culture