love me like the world is ending

"Cause I didn't want to think on my own sins. Or picture you at 12. At 12. You were 12. Scared. Poor boy, Arun. You need a love that'll cradle you. You should have that. And I was never that for you. And I'm sorry.. My coldness, my denial drove you to this. I saw good in you... For a while."

flowers are safer than histories || for pelim felicita, her pride, and those whom she does not know how to say she loves

(a disastrously late birthday gift for usurpers)

“remember, legends are mere rumors whispered down the centuries. written and rewritten, told and retold. sometimes by the rich and powerful so they can hold onto power. the sword doesn’t care who your parents are. it doesn’t choose by birth or blood, alexander, but by heart and mind.”

film (and telly) in music: masterpost

Eurylochus: What was the song of the sirens like? Odysseus: All the things you wanted to be and then all the things you wished you never wished for. It was a delicious itch you want to scratch but you find it under the skin and can't reach it. So the delicious itch becomes unbearable. It told you what you most want is what you most can't have and that the most you can't have is what you already had and lost. It was a song of all the promises I failed to keep. And it told me I don't really want to go home.

a giant gutter in outer space // a rust cohle fanmix