× eddie as in not-limonov but still quirky and angry at the government × young, not sweet, fuck i'm nineteen × ancom radfem × lesbian × theatre kid who can't sing × chaotic academia bastard × i have opinions & i make people cry × current obsessions: WESTERNS, the magnus archives, horror films, hannibal, killing eve, black holes, 1930s russian avant-garde poetry, jack stauber's micropop, mitski × i am a proud language geek ask me to flirt with you in french or italian × gender critical × "in my ribcage two birds fight. one wants to be alone, the other wants to be free" ×
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They Feel So Alive Here. The Era, The Epoch They Lived In, Their Clothes Seem So Beautifully Real. I
they feel so alive here. the era, the epoch they lived in, their clothes seem so beautifully real. i just love this i can't-
[cries in historian]
p.s. the third, the fourth and the fifth ones is russian czar nicholas the second throwing a party with his friends and family in darmstadt, germany, 1899.
look, i've got more
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Those Five Words
‘In April 1779, Alexander Hamilton wrote in a letter to John Laurens, five words so racy, so explicit that they were thoroughly marked through by his son in an effort to censor his father’s passion. Those five words have haunted curious academics for centuries, leaving us to only imagine what bawdy innuendo he could’ve written that was worse than even ‘the length of my nose’. @john-laurens requested the microfilm and graciously shared so that we all can speculate what those five words were.
I submit to you,
“In drawing my picture, you will no doubt be civil to your friend; mind you do justice to the length of my nose and don’t forget, that I ⟨never spared you of pictures⟩.”
I’m more sure of some words than others, but in explanation:
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alright. yes, now i think i can understand myself and yes, i know it was over before it even had a chance to happen. but why hope?! why murder myself by knowing i won't stand a chance??! why desperately wait for the moment we can go home together and encourage myself to finally reveal the feelings that had been haunting me ever since i saw her for the first time, and yet never do it, having doubts about my french?
why? why? why?
why not asking her first? why not asking her back? why not kneeling before her, and kissing her hand, and finally pronouncing those terrific, marvellous words, "i think i have fallen in love with you, julia".
julia.
julia.
help me.
I CAN'T BELIEVE I ACTUALLY FOUND THIS POST
hades explaining that he’s the god of the dead, not the god of death
to think about it...
ever wondered how would you express a feeling when you're like "yEs" but one second after you're like "...nO" after seeing something?
just say
yo.