U Can Grieve And Still Live Life. U Can Miss Loving Someone And Love Others. You Can Hold Onto The Good

Unreal Unearth is for those that are feral and ravenous and filled with unbearable yearning, those that love Greek mythology and Irish folklore and Dante's divine comedy, those that believe in the cruelty of the world and the love of the people in it, those that love and hurt and live and die

i really really really need to stop planning my birthday, everything goes wrong and i get this overwhelming feeling and i feel so angry at literally everyone and its awful and even tho i try to enjoy it i cant

Sorry I didn’t get back to you it’s just that I’m completely unfit for human interaction.

GOD I HATE MYSELF

i can’t cry when i need to, but random things can trigger me so fucking bad and i start to cry in random places and i just look ridiculous

And i did it in front of my parents today, and since the day before yesterday i wanted to cry, and today while i was just fucking eating i started to cry and god, i wanted to cry so bad but i couldn’t cry *there* and now i’ll just have my parents scold me all the way home, for being so fucking ridiculous

And i just got to think of dumb excuses because i can’t tell them i’m just so fucking tired of everything

TSH spoilers:

I feel like we as a fandom do not talk about Henry’s symbolism in TSH enough. Like, that dude is the literal embodiment of death, and I just think it’s so damn cool. I mean, his whole obsession with language and literature stemmed from the fact that he almost died in a car accident. And then every death we see in the book (the farmer’s, Bunny’s, and his very own) is directly at his hands. The others were accomplices, sure, but Henry’s the one who takes action every time. And in Francis’s failed suicide and Richard’s near death in the epilogue, they both see Henry, not Bunny or Charles or what have you.

Henry is not only obsessed with death, he IS death. He’s the reaper who’s friends toy with their mortality all the time through drugs and booze. The reason they all admire him is not only because of his size and stature and brilliance; it’s because he’s dangerous. If beauty is indeed terror, than he’s the most beautiful of them all. They all have the life preservation skills of a fly, so of course they love Henry. And of course his actions constantly bring them closer to danger and death.

You know whats better than sex? Falling in love with a fictional character, but not the kind of romantic love, but the kind of love that you just love them because you’re completely sure they would understand you, that you see yourself in them, the kind of love where you imagine with them late night drive, late night talks, those characters you know you could talk and talk and talk about everything, and they’ll love you for that and you’ll love them. You just know you could relate to each other, and understand each other. Maybe even have similar tastes in music or movies

I hope 2023 is good to my mom

— November 20, 1913 / Franz Kafka diaries

I truly don’t understand why so many people say nico and leo are so similar

I would literally die for nico, but i never liked leo

Please someone tell me what’s going on