Ofthedeadpoet

to love someone is firstly to confess: i'm prepared to be devastated by you. by A History of My Brief Body by Billy-Ray Belcourt

“Accursed creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust?”

Damn, pretentious traumatised men driven to their downfall by their obsessive pursuit of knowledge and their poet boyfriends who take care of them. Real not fake.

Summer academia: Greek, reading outside, figs, stargazing, call me by your name, pride and prejudice, picnics with your lover, drinking herbal teas and lemonade, sleeping in the sun kinda vibe.

“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.