ivy

every iconic fictional trio consists of a “be gay do crimes” idiot, a prodigy with an unexisting sleeping schedule and someone who hates life but wholeheartedly believes in the power of love. they’re all kinda intelligent on their own but when they’re together their braincell count drops to 0.

how do i not have a girlfriend i can literally play the one point perspective guitar solo

anticipation is usually much worse than the actual event

since we’re out of jokes at the moment let’s just have silent reading time

no offense but i’m not gonna end up a nervous wreck like the people i know who are nervous wrecks though i’m not gonna name names yours was an exception did the sound just stop

there really is an incredible intimacy in killing in greek tragedy. it’s so often the people who are closest to each other, the people who love each other most, who kill each other. of course agamemnon kills his daughter, his oldest child, and is killed by his wife and then his son kills his mother as she faces him and bares the breast that suckled him. megara and her children die at the hands of her husband heracles who then in turn is killed by his wife deianira. agave and medea kill their sons with their own hands. theseus condemns his son to die and creon his niece. and so many die at the most familiar hands of all, their own, antigone and haemon and eurydice and deianira and jocasta and phaedra and ajax.