"to Ball Or Not To Ball" Bitch We Ball

I don't let myself look up what my school friends are doing now, I'm afraid. Afraid I'll find pictures of a something I missed. I remember us at 11 crowded around a school library computer, you both looked up your favourite wedding dresses most of them mermaid and lacy white, you picked out our bridesmaids dresses and talked about how we would find a colour that at least looked good on us all; I thought powdered blue. I miss being that young, when the only worries where our homework and hoping we where first out for lunch. Maybe you did get married, maybe if I log in to my socials I'll find an invite. Or maybe time has changed too much, we aren't eleven anymore. I wonder if you picked powdered blue or a mermaid dress in lacy white, I wonder if something remains the same.

Nothing will make me laugh harder than Hozier spending an entire verse of First Time being like "my life was saved by the beauty of a bouquet of flowers, do you think flowers realize they're dying once they've been cut? How cruel we are to end the life of something that spent its entire being striving for the simple joy of feeling the sun. Isn't it crazy how they give it their all, trying desperately to be alive and to, if not stave off death, then to go out with beauty and knowing you have nothing left" and then finishing the verse by going "anyways" as if he just said that to you like, in line at the grocery store

bilbo was 111 years old and still doing that

Prince Etheldred Sol Rivallach of Alderthrain, the Heir to the Sunlit Throne and a wonderfully edgy minstrel who likes cake.

Astyanax would beg to differ

excalibur :)

i still have no soul

They’re so Orpheus and Eurydice. But like. If Eurydice went willingly down so Orpheus could live, and Orpheus gouged out his eyes so he wouldn’t fail.

Partially inspired by this post and, you know, everything i love being orpheus and eurydice in some way

This sucks so bad I need to [remembers that suicide jokes only worsen my mental health and make those around me uncomfortable] run until I begin to understand what holy men really mean when they speak of sand and sons and seams and symphonies and sweat and sex and sin