Patroclus: God Hes So Pretty Im In Love How Does Someone So Beautiful And Perfect Exist

patroclus: god hes so pretty im in love how does someone so beautiful and perfect exist

achilles, throwing a fig at patroclus: fucking notice me

if i was good at oil painting i would never be online i’d just be doing oil painting and drugs and an all-smoothie diet for the sake of convenience. life could be a dream

some things we should start romanticising

bike rides, especially when listening to music. the wind in your hair, the songs in your ears, every sound being quiet and living in your own bubble of lyrics. (edit: in some countries this is illegal and it can be dangerous - i had not thought of that and i apologise)

sitting in a bus. you’re going back home, maybe you’re reading a book or just looking outside of the foggy glass.

making tea. warming up the water, bringing it to a simmer and closing the gas, pouring it into a ceramic mug, the perfume of tea leaves: it’s a ritual.

buying a new book. walking in a book store, reading the first page of a book that sounds interesting, choosing a book because of its cover, never having heard of that book.

reading the last page of a book. that one doctor who episode where the doctor says he rips the last page of each book he reads, reading the last line and feeling like all the air in your lungs is gone.

that one specific moment when you are coming back from a party and you’re walking the few last steps before getting home. 

writing your name on a new notebook. scribbling messy letters or trying hard to make it look pretty.

tying shoe laces. where are you even going?

picking a flower. getting off the road and into a patch of grass just to pick a yellow wild flower, pressing it in a book, or putting it in a glass of water.

finally getting to bed. the cold bedsheets, closing your burning eyes, the small sounds of the city.

-c. 23.07.20 6.15pm

just wanna live in the woods in a cozy house with a river or a lake nearby. and drink herbal tea. and breathe cool fresh air in the morning. and take long lonely walks through the dense forest. to read an enormous amount of books. that's all i need from life to be honest. i'm just really exhausted from everything.

do u ever see a picture and get a momentary glimpse of a life u’d like to have but it’s too ethereal of a feeling so it just dissipates and ur left with a vague sense of loss over something u never really had to begin with…anyways