I Have Never In My Life Wanted To Get To Know Stars, The Night Sky Or Anything Related To Astronomy.

Today I saw a girl from my balcony. There was a little creature on the pavement. I don't know what it was, maybe a frog or a lizard. She stopped, watched the creature for five minutes or more, until it disappeared in the safety of grass. I like girls so much.

Just reread the song of achilles, haven’t stopped thinking about Patroclus committing Achilles to memory in the crystal cave with “Achilles' eyes were bright in the firelight, his face drawn sharply by the flickering shadows. I would know it in dark or disguise, I told myself. I would know it even in madness,” and later when Achilles is whisked to Scyros and Patroclus crosses the sea to find him and recognizes Achilles among the dancers and thinks to himself “Had she really thought I would not know him? I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world,” and when the Greek army finally arrives in Troy, Patroclus admires the walled city from a distance and “Later, I would see those walls up close, their sharp squared stones perfectly cut and fitted against each other, the work of the god Apollo, it was said. And I would wonder at them at how, ever, the city could be taken. For they were too high for siege towers, and too strong for catapults, and no sane person would ever try to climb their sheer, divinely smoothed face,” and a decade later he’s driven to that very act of madness by grief and violent desperation “I leap from the chariot and run to the walls. My fingers find slight hollows in the stone, like blind eye-sockets. Climb. My feet seek infinitesimal chips in the god-cut rocks. I am not graceful, but scrabbling, my hands clawing against the stone before they cling. Yet I am climbing,” and when Patroclus proves so fearsome that Apollo is forced to intervene and send Patroclus to his death, “The last thing I think is: Achilles,” and after the war when he finally joins Achilles in the underworld, “In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun,” and how Patroclus kept his promise to recognize Achilles in death, in madness, in darkness, at the end of the world.

My final thesis is finally coming together. It's raining here a lot and I feel in peace with my deadline... at least for this moment.

Honestly, me everyday.

Ravenclaw: I need a break.

Gryffindor: From what?

Ravenclaw: *vaguely gestures*

Gryffindor: Same.

I love this so much.

Also, I feel so bi right now 😅😅

who else is gay for hp gals? 🙋‍♀️

the bisexual energy jumped out

✨women✨❤️

beautiful profiles

hayett mccarthy / mona tougaard / heather kemesky / günze gözütok / unknown / sabrina impacciatore / rossy de palma / pooja mor / alba flores

Michael Angelo's painting on top of the Palace of Versailles (ph. Adrianna Geo).

How is it that I can be interested only in men and don't even think about girls that much, but then I see one (1) picture of a lady pirate and suddenly I am like: Women, women ❤️ WOMEN 👸 wOmEn, ✨women 😍 women 🥰. So pretty. Men who?

Like... what am I? Am I making this up? Am I faking it... whatever the "it" means? Am I straight? Am I bi? Do I just really like pirates? Is that it? Do I have a thing for pirate costumes? I need answers.