It's An Old Tale

Harrison Wood Hsiang

t.s. – you’re losing me

You had me at a point where i would’ve left the entire world behind for you

Dudddde what if we were foils and you were beautiful and i was ugly and you have revolution in your eyes and i believe in nothing and you chastely drop your eyes at all things that were not the republic and i stare fixedly at all women and you were absolute in your ideas and i was shapeless and you pitied me and i venerated you and you scorned me and i admired you and you disdained me and i loved you. What if in the presence of you i became someone once more, what if i was charmed by your chaste, healthy, firm, upright, hard, candid nature without me being clearly aware of it and without the idea of explaining it to myself occurring, what if i had need of you, what if i were your unaccepted pylades what if bro can you hear me

Something about how if enjolras is grantaire's sun, then grantaire must be enjolras' moon, something something, the moon only shines when the sun is around, and even then only reflecting its light...?

{Words by José Olivarez from Citizen Illegal /@fatimaamerbilal , from even flesh eaters don't want me.}

i never loved me, baby, but you do

wintersong, s. jae-jones / orestes, euripides / bloodsport, yves olade / antigone, sophocles / mess is mine, vance joy / x / forever winter, taylor swift / x / x / x / aaron o'hanlon / the best day, taylor swift / the seven husbands of evelyn hugo, taylor jenkins reid / cat on a hot tin roof, tennessee williams / the song of achilles, madeline miller / dancing with our hands tied, taylor swift / h of h playbook, anne carson / mouthful of forevers, clementine von radics / caption: radiate, harbour

Finished a new piece. I think it speaks to my state of mind. Notice the fine details. :)