A Study On Richard Cameron, If You Want To Call It That

Franz Kafka, Diaries, 1910-1923 // Jorge Luis Borges, The Aleph and Other Stories // René Magritte, La reproduction interdite // Andrés Cerpa, The Vault // Penelope Scott, Sweet Hibiscus Tea // Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous // Aron Wiesenfeld, The Pit // Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet // Clementine von Radics, “Sweet the Sound” from Dream Girl

The euphoria of buying books,knowing very well that it will take 5 months for you to even open that book.

dark academia novels are literally just drinking, murder, pretentiousness, homoeroticism, cults and we just go "mood"

god i love doomed romances because it’s like. “what is grief if not love persevering” but the grief and love are happening at the same time. how do you grieve something that’s still alive? how do you love something that has always been dead? and the answer is just. intensely.

Reasons to Stop Hating Declan Lynch

- Knew that his parents preferred his other siblings, but decided to spend time he didn’t have to to protect those siblings instead of dropping them to get revenge on his parents

- Fought with a HIT MAN and not only lasted for a good long time, but got a lot of good punches in. 

- Ronan went to church cause he saw the devil, matthew went cause hes a perfect dream bro, Declan goes to church cause hes a good christiantm 

- has an underrated but kickass girlfriend, Ashley. 

- The fact that he acts ruthless, but obviously cares about his siblings gives him “Looks like they would kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll” status. 

- “Pretend you have earbuds in”

- Also an insomniac but no one ever mentions it

- Put up with Ronans shit even though he was like, 18 and totally didn’t have to. 

- Low key really cute? Look at him

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 tbh i fully believe that healthy kids should be getting in some stupid trouble.

like, a child that’s in trouble all the time, frequently skipping school, getting caught doing crimes? that’s a kid that desperately needs literally any positive attention. that kid needs help. obviously.

but a child that is perfectly well-behaved, never speaks up for themself, is seen and not heard? that’s a child that’s afraid. they also need help.

I got four marks back from profs today and all of them were above 90%. Maybe wearing tweed blazars while studying works. 

poems about Laika (the soviet space dog)

i’ve been hunting for one in specific, and during my quest, i have seen that very many beautiful poems about this creature have been written. I wanted to compile them.

“first dog in space” by brennig davies / “They say that, from space, the Earth looks like a small, blue ball. I’ll throw it for you, Laika, if you’ll chase it, dart through the stratosphere like a comet, undeserving of its fate.”

“laika” by claire williamson / “for three hours she was weightless, pulse racing, but ate her dinner, alive to see an orbital sunrise.”

“laika” by adnana zeljkovic / “Paddling with her soft paws in inimical vacuum, (nothing to draw you to your bosom like Mother Earth’s gravitation) herself soft snowflake,”

“laika” by paul gerard reed / The stars that shone have all gone out as man betrayed your trust, but your spirit is still in place somewhere, out there in space.

“laika” by dave lewis / “But when you gave me that final kiss on the nose I suppose deep down inside I knew my destiny lay among the stars. Alone, in silence, I watched the world spinning round, one thousand miles below.“

“i remember laika” by jan oskar hansen / “The farewell can’t be delayed a boy has run to the outer field sits on a stone tries not to cry the struggle to accept the unavoidable.”

“muttnik” by tumblr user @fateology / “I don’t mind. I just miss you. I miss you like the space that lies between two breaths. Full to burning.”

“for the first dog in space” by lavinia greenlaw / “Laika, do not let yourself be fooled by the absolute stillness that comes only with not knowing how fast you are going. As you fall in orbit around the earth, remember your language. Listen to star dust. Trust your fear.”

“laika” by sarah doyle / “Brave little cosmonaut, caught and collared, Earth no more than a distant ball with which you cannot play.”

“laika” by adrian sobol / “If there is light, it’s pressing down on you. Something stirs inside it.”

“first the dog” by zbigniew herbert / “awkwardly we bump into stars / we see nothing we hear nothing / we beat with out fists on the dark ether / on all the wavelengths is a whining”

you are welcome to add more poems to this post if you have any in mind to recommend.

Man, woman and infant, victims of an earthquake in 365CE at Kourion, Cyprus

“The most amazing discovery at Kourion was the finding of a family trapped under tons of falling debris. A 25 year old man put his leg and arm over the body of a 19 year old woman but to no avail. A fallen block had snapped her neck at right angles. They held hands in their last moments and they still do. And in her arms, cradled to her chin was her one and a half year old baby. Rodents crawled down amid the hollows in the debree and attacked the soft flesh of the child, dragging it all about until the rodents themselves ended up as victims of the disaster. On the finger of the young lady was a bronze ring, which bore the Chi Rho, the symbol of Jesus Christ and which also had on it alpha, omega, which was a fitting inscription for it meant from the beginning to the very end.” - David Soren

taken out of context, Goncharov is actually one of the funniest characters of all time.

he refuses to have sex with his hot wife. she invites him to dinner with Sofia (and was almost CERTAINLY going to propose a threesome) but he's like no thank you. i have to go stare into Andrey's eyes for 3 hours. he gets a motorcycle and crashes it 10 minutes later. he gives a eulogy at the funeral of a guy he killed. he picks a fight with a grandfather clock and the clock wins. his wife loses the mansion in a poker game because he was busy throwing a tantrum in his man cave and then she comes home and points a gun at him and he looks at her like a middle-aged suburban dad whose kids just broke the TV remote for the fifth time.