Nitroglycerin-flavored-coffee - I'm Sad All Day

I find myself again sharing a tale of the gods.

Hyacinth or Hyacinthus was one of Apollo's male lovers. He was a Spartan prince, beautiful and athletic. The pair was practicing throwing the discus when a discus thrown by Apollo was blown off course by the jealous Zephyrus and struck Hyacinthus in the head, killing him instantly. Apollo is said to be filled with grief: out of Hyacinthus' blood, Apollo created a flower named after him as a memorial to his death, and his tears stained the flower petals with άί άί, meaning alas. The Festival of Hyacinthus was a celebration of Sparta.

Another male lover was Cyparissus, a descendant of Heracles. Apollo gave him a tame deer as a companion but Cyparissus accidentally killed it with a javelin as it lay asleep in the undergrowth. Cyparissus asked Apollo to let his tears fall forever. Apollo granted the request by turning him into the Cypress named after him, which was said to be a sad tree because the sap forms droplets like tears on the trunk

Apollo - Mythology - Consorts and Children - Male Lovers (liquisearch.com)

The joy of being awake at 3 am, thinking "I don't have to do shit tomorrow!" Then the sinking realization... I t i s t o m o r r o w .

I'm thinking about this person I met a few months ago. They had strange earrings, like baby limbs. Loving weird shit, so I complimented them, and their response killed me. "Thanks! They cost an arm and a leg though." It was an arm and a leg. I should have married them on the spot.

Okay fuck it if this post reaches 666k notes by the end of 2023 I'll practise basic self care

Why 666k? Because it's funny and impossible so good fucking luck

Never doubt the fact I am a horrible fucking person.