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Vivo nella costante paura di essere tradita dalle persone di cui mi fido e ciò mi porta a non fidarmi di nessuno...

for a tragedy the iliad is pretty funny. compiled some of my favorite things about it (not in chronological order)

- patroclus barely speaks for most of the book but EVERYBODY loves him. like he’s literally the entire greek camp’s precious meow meow. the ORIGINAL sweet little meow meow. even the GODS are sad and feel bad when he dies. even HOMER loves patroclus, always calling him “faultless patroclus” “my patroclus” “gentle patroclus” “sweet patroclus” WE GET IT. achilles, briseis, menelaus, ajax, literally every member of the greek camp is down ATROCIOUS for patroclus all bc he’s just one Really Nice Dude. just one very Sweet and Polite Fella. one Extra Special Guy <3 his whole narrative purpose is simply to be everyone’s special little scrunkly

- in one of the MANY passages where achilles is lamenting about how sad it is that patroclus is dead he promises patroclus’ corpse that he will have many deep-bosomed trojan and dardanian women weep for him. he tells his dead buddy “i will get the absolute THICKEST hoes with the BIGGEST mommy milkers for your funeral” honestly? id be honored

- all the arguments escalate so quickly. an old man very politely appeals to agamemnon to pretty please give his daughter back and offers him a huge fortune for her and agamemnon calls him a crotchety old bitch and tells him he’ll fucking kill him if he ever sees him again

- that same old man is a priest of apollo. you know, the plague god? anyway priest calls in a favor and apollo curses the greeks with a plague

- to address this, achilles decides to resolve it by calling all the greeks together and passive aggressively going “HM! i WONDER what could have caused a PLAGUE! it’s almost like we OFFENDED the PLAGUE GOD somehow. now WHAT could WE (cough agamemnon) done to offend the PLAGUE GOD?????” all in front of agamemnon

- zeus spends most of the book desperately trying to keep the gods OUT of the war. then once he’s finally had enough he just calls them all together and says “go nuts” and then they do

- artemis talks shit on the battlefield so hera calls her a bitch, steals her bow, and beats her with it. artemis then goes back to zeus and cries

- polydamas says to hector “hey you killed patroclus and achilles is gonna be fucking pissed. we should probably go back to the city while we can” and hector calls him a bitch and tells him to stfu. achilles then chases them back to the city and hector decides to stay outside and get killed by achilles instead of going in with the rest of the army bc he didn’t wanna hear polydamas say “i told you so”

- diomedes is about to fight with a guy called glaucus but then they realize their ancestors were friends or something so they decide not to kill each other, and diomedes says “hey! why don’t we even trade armor! :) just as a show of friendship! :))” and glaucus is like “yeah sure!” and gives diomedes his really nice gold plated armor while glaucus gets diomedes’ shitty plain bronze armor

- achilles makes a bitchy comment to his horses about leaving patroclus to die and the horse momentarily gains the ability to talk just to tell achilles it wasn’t THEIR goddamn fault, tells achilles he’s gonna die soon, and then goes back to being a normal horse.

- zeus with his daughters: oh child ❤️ oh my dear ❤️ oh there there i didn’t really mean it ❤️ sweetie why don’t you go help the greeks?❤️

- zeus with his sons: “ares you fucking donkey”

- everyone calling paris a stupid coward bitch every time they see him. all of troy fucking hates him. hector fucking hates him. helen fucking hates him.

- paris getting dressed up in fancy armor and prancing to the front lines going “i’ll fight ANY of you greeks!” and menelaus (the guy whose wife he stole) goes “alright bet” and paris nearly pisses his pants and tries to hide but then his brother hector calls him a piece of shit and tells him he hopes he dies and makes him fight menelaus. menelaus promptly ROCKS HIS SHIT. literally starts dragging him by his helmet like a rag doll, would’ve killed him if aphrodite hadn’t teleported paris outta there (BOO)

Beauty is not long hair, skinny legs, tanned skin or perfect teeth. Believe me. Beauty is the face of who cried and now smiles, beauty is the scar on your knee since you fell when you were a kid, beauty is the circles when love doesn’t let you sleep, beauty is the expression on the face when the alarm rings in the morning, it’s the melted makeup when you have a shower, it’s the laughter when you make a joke you’re the only one who can understand, beauty is meeting his gaze and stopping understanding, beauty is your gaze when you see him, it’s when you cry for all you paranoias, beauty is the lines marked by time. Beauty is what we feel in the inside which also shows outside us. Beauty is the marks the life leaves on us, all the kicks and the caresses the memories leave us. Beauty is letting yourself live.

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I mean, they’re great poses, but it does look like you think everyone’s looking at you, like, all the time. ↳ BLACK WIDOW (2021) dir. Cate Shortland

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Ma ora, parliamo seriamente, chi vuoi che s’innamori mai di una come me? Sono brutta, acida, timida, ho la muraglia cinese intorno a me e non riesco a distruggerla neanche con tutte le mie forze. Nessun ragazzo si gira per guardarmi, né mi guarda a lungo pensando “Quanto cazzo è bella”, nessuno vuole stringere amicizia con me ed a nessuno interessa quello che penso. Non sono magra, non ho dei lunghi capelli lisci che, mannaggia, stanno sempre a posto, non ho delle cosce che non si toccano tra loro, non ho la pancia piatta, non ho degli occhi verdi con sfumature azzurre, non ho milioni di corteggiatori, anzi, nemmeno uno, non indosso vestitini corti ed attillati, non ascolto la musica che tutti ascoltano, non ho l’ask pieno di complimenti, non mi piace uscire il sabato sera, non mi piace ballare e non sono brava a cantare, non ho nulla di speciale. Sono pessimista al massimo, passerei la vita a leggere e guardare film, amo gli abbracci, odio le persone, ho troppi sogni nel cassetto e la percentuale che uno di loro si realizzi è al 2%, sono iper sensibile, piango per la minima cosa, anche che non mi riguardi, sono terribilmente ansiosa e mi innervosisco facilmente, odio aspettare ma, alla fine, è quello che faccio da quando sono nata. Voglio tanti tatuaggi, e piercing, e dilatatori, sono piena di cicatrici, sia fuori che dentro, non mi fido delle persone e, quando lo faccio, finisce male. Mi addormento ogni notte piangendo e mi sveglio ugualmente, il mio incubo peggiore è la vita ed il mostro sotto al letto è diventato il mio migliore amico. Sono triste, sempre triste, sempre di più, tutti i sorrisi che faccio sono uno scudo per evitare che tutti si facciano troppe domande e mi considerino una debole. Non sono brava in niente, mi faccio schifo. Ora, dimmi tu, chi cazzo si innamorerebbe di me?!

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