Can We Please Just Admit That Zelda Praying To Lilith Is The Top Of Homoerotism

the secret history in a nutshell

«everything repeats itself, as none of us are prepared to let go» 

i am not. i am not prepared to let go.

i have finished the final season of dark an hour ago and now i’m sitting in my kitchen, eating chocolate pudding and crying my eyes out. i am so happy that i’ve had a chance to be a part of this journey. and what a journey it was! i was sad, i was happy, i was angry; i felt excited, i felt betrayed, i felt hopeful. i didn’t like every character. but i loved each and every one of them. they are different. they have unique stories. they make terrible mistakes. they learn and change. they feel incredibly human. i’ve been a part of this story since the first season came out, and letting it go seems very painful. starting watching every next episode felt like i’m making a step closer to some sort of weird emptiness. i’ve finished the last episode — what am i supposed to do with my life now?

the ending was so bittersweet. when jonas and martha realized that they are a glitch in the matrix, when they were erasing their own existence, it felt like losing a part of myself. they wanted to live. they wanted to be happy. they wanted for all of this to finally come to an end. and they had to pay a price. but, honestly, seeing everyone in the original world being so happy, seeng everything being exactly how it should be made me sob and shake. it felt like all of this was worth it. nothing is in vain.

i am not prepared to let go yet. but i think i will be. maybe, in 33 years.

marina 23/ kady 40 “So, darling, how about little rebellion?”

hannah, ulrich and egon be like:

noah's face when charlotte says that he is not her father?? i'm gonna fucking die

the secret history by donna tartt (1992)

claudia: you still have no idea how this game is played

me, who also has no idea how it is played: yeah adam you fucking idiot

Love, On Its Way Out.

Two Week Notice, Leanna Firestone | Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines, Pablo Neruda | Conversations Over Sanguinaccio Dolce, I.B. Vyache | Seaside Improvisation, Richard Siken | Stick Season, Noah Kahan | I never went to that movie at 12:45, Dolly Lemk | In a Dream You Saw a Way To Survive, Clementine von Radics | Quote by Kate McGahan | Pillow Thoughts, Courtney Peppernell | Bluets, Maggie Nelson

(This isn't prompted by my real life so much as it is my love for that first song and also. blorbos.)

tears and saints, e.m. cioran

failed to be more

emily skaja “elegy with sympathy” / bon iver “holocene” / michael carson “untitled” / kaveh akbar “i won’t lie this plague of gratitude” / franny choi “look” / aj hamilton “don’t shoot the messenger”