I Opened Instagram And Was Greeted With This.

I opened Instagram and was greeted with this.

I am once again, unwell.

i love tumblr because of the close-knit community of girls who have never gotten over anything ever not even a little

it’s too early in the morning for this ❤️‍🩹

— Rainer Maria Rilke, Were You Not Always Distracted

Oh gods why did I have to see this?!

i love you, it looks like rain, June Gehringer

I will be thinking about this

“He sees the world differently than we do, he's like a fallen angel, he just sees the opposite. He sees love where we see something horrifying, he sees beauty when we see something very, very ugly.” — Mads Mikkelsen

Hannibal Lecter as the fallen angel Lucifer, “the morning star, bearer of light”, in the third season of Hannibal.

inspired by this meta post by @classicpalladium

Oh

the way hannibal deliberately smells the towel he uses after his shower post-mizumono slaughter is like he is trying to see if any remnants of will remain. to see if any of him couldn't be washed away, how much was left behind. to see how much of an imprint will had, the influence will claimed to possess while bleeding out on his kitchen floor. a power to not only get inside but to truly change hannibal. like a bittersweet "is he truly still here with me or did I manage scrub it all away" because as hurt as he was he wouldn't, couldn't, be without him. he gutted him in a way to spare his life so maybe part of him hoped part of will was still left behind, holding him, burying within his skin to never leave him ever again, stitched into the last, most vulnerable layer, the hidden self beneath his perfectly curated personsuit. a small prayer than when will reached back, he intended to stay