Scala Regia Del Palazzo Farnese Di Caprarola, Lazio, Italia.

Scala regia del Palazzo Farnese di Caprarola, Lazio, Italia.

bakwaaas, tumblr // and then we’ll be okay by exurb1a, youtube // a journal of love: the unexpurgated diary of anaïs nin (1934-1937) by anaïs nin // dead poets society (1989), dir. by peter weir // the thing is by ellen bass // soracities, tumblr // life is beautiful (1997), dir. by roberto benigni // vigilantelawdotgov, tumblr

I think my favourite greek tragedies are the ones that. Sum up human nature in all its beauty and grit and ugliness and love and idk if what I'm saying makes sense but. Orpheus turning back to look at Eurydice. Icarus flying too close to the sun. Achilles sending Patroclus to his death in his own armour.

You get it you get the themes you get the poetry tattooed on the skin of all these stories. Humans at their best. at their worst. Humans existing and feeling and tragedy arising from the desperation that is so inherent to human emotion.

you live in a house of god; praying on your knees; and wonder why he never saves you.

on being unloved by god

now that it is officially too late for my birthday to still be relevant, I'm kinda upset that I didn't do anything.

I had 3 family members die the day before and didn't hear about it until the day of my birthday, so I just got a lot of apologies and the remaining family members just... forgot. but also, I have friends that have sent me a happy birthday message for the past 5 years or so and it was radio silence this year.

I can't help but feel selfish that I wanted to be thought of on my birthday, but is it so wrong to want what other people don't have to work for?

I make an effort to at least tell people happy birthday on their birthday or let them know I'm thinking about them, but I am not awarded that luxury.

I truly believe that I am meant to be forgotten.