Brother

  ― Billy-Ray Belcourt, A History of My Brief Body

[text ID: To love someone is firstly to confess: I'm prepared to be devastated by you.]

considering making edgar allan poe’s works into my entire personality.

I think I have a crush on a boy and I’ve got to be honest, it’s not feeling great. Don’t know how people live like this all the time. Disgusting.

Re-blog this if:

- you’re gay - can read - support gay people - want to hold a match between your fingers as you wander the halls of an ancient castle because it’s your only source of light amidst the ghosts of people long past - are an antelope - or want a chocolate bar.

No one will know which applies.

You don’t have to justify your existence. You don’t have to make yourself skilled or clever or funny in order to validate your presence in this world. You don’t have to turn your feelings and experiences into art or witticisms for them to matter. You matter just as you are.

ancient greek word of the day:  θεομαχέω, to fight against the gods

“creature”, half•alive // Fliegeroffizier, Karl Alexander Wilke // Vicious, V. E. Schwab

Michael Cunningham, from “The Hours”

and the nights, bigger than imagining

black and gusty and enormous, disordered and wild with stars ✨

I just want to live in a big haunted Victorian house in walking distance of a bakery, a library, a bookshop, a forest, and a river and where I can befriend local ghosts and forest spirits. Not sure why that's asking so much.