Too Sweet Is Henry's Song.

Too sweet is Henry's song.

“it’s starting to smell like pumpkin spice!”

“it’s starting to smell like scary movies!”

no.

it’s starting to smell like, the snow in the mountains was melting and bunny had been dead for several weeks before we came to realize the gravity of our situation.

“i am so well versed in creating and experiencing my own brand of happiness that i’ve become bored with others”

The Secret History

This eternal bliss in the twilight fair.

My mind still caught in the winter air.

Running wild was not the ideal,

And the aftermath was a terrible ordeal.

Blood and salt and the heavenly nectar

Flowed through our flawed sector.

This experience was an ethereal one,

And nothing could ever be as fun.

Though the antlers may be soaked in blood,

It was worth all the flesh and flood.

The celestial mirth runs through our veins,

And many more, worth all our pains.

If you're interested, here's my poetry acc: @poeticabomination111

could you draw a doodle of patrochilles being in love?

well patroclus is kinda asleep but yeah young iliad era

thank u for the ask!!

At a bar full of people. Can anyone see the sadness in my eyes?