me, reading TLT: who the fuck is the body. who is A.L. annabel lee?? what
the humble planet Earth:
Historians will call them besties
rewatching merlin is like: here's the softest most joyful person you've met. watch as the universe slowly breaks him down and forces him to lose all of his happiness, but still smile away softly so his best friend doesn't know...
let's get this straight: he isn't
ur first and last recent emojis are ur gender now. mine is π ±π¨ββ€βπβπ¨
so real. And the best part is it stacks too :D
So you're like. Always internally (or externally) screaming and trying to think about something else except it all always comes back to that one embarrassing moment (or two) (or very many)
Embarrassed myself a few days ago and since then I've been periodically going like this
Ignore the part where he gets naked that's not part of it.
When there's a major schism in your country and they're both right wing
@lotrweek 2024 β Day VI: Songs and Tales β³ The Song of Durin
Nothing will make me laugh harder than Hozier spending an entire verse of First Time being like "my life was saved by the beauty of a bouquet of flowers, do you think flowers realize they're dying once they've been cut? How cruel we are to end the life of something that spent its entire being striving for the simple joy of feeling the sun. Isn't it crazy how they give it their all, trying desperately to be alive and to, if not stave off death, then to go out with beauty and knowing you have nothing left" and then finishing the verse by going "anyways" as if he just said that to you like, in line at the grocery store
βwhatβs your favorite horror movie?β
idk maybe when Andromache drew a bath for Hector to return to, not knowing that he was already dead
Idk maybe when his baby son cried at the sight of his father in a helmet, and so, laughing with his wife, he took it off and laid it on the ground, then held his son in his arms and kissed his head. All the while, his house mourned for him while he was still living
IDK IDK maybe when he died, Achilles tied him to his chariot and dragged him around troy for his family to see. Maybe when his people had to stop his aged father from running out the gates and wallowing in dung to beg for his son's body. Maybe when Achilles continued to desecrate his body for the next several days, until the gods themselves couldn't bear it any longer, all the while keeping his body preserved from injury. Maybe when Priam, the old king, kissed his sons' murderer's hands under the cover of night just to get his eldest's body back