Anyway It Is The Year Two Thousand And Twenty And In My Country Alone 100,000+ Are Dead And Over 40 Million

Two fair men lie in water warm and slow,

As brothers are they joinēd heart to heart;

But Cupid hath not struck them with his bow;

Lest that be thought, they sit five feet apart.

The fact that Dante created the most popular image of the afterlife with absolutely no theological basis for it will still be the funniest thing to me

me: say those three words and I’m yours

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I bestow upon thee; concept playlists

•classical music to sip tea to while contemplating philosophy and the next marble bust you’ll buy

•stealing books from the Oxford library with friends you never thought you’d find, in the snow, yelling about Ovid, lighting candles

•folky music for sitting on your front porch in the lazy evening sun, surrounded by your closest friends, gazing at a wheat field and singing along with a guitar in your arms

•feeling listless; like you’re walking the world alone, wandering with no destination, held in the arms of the earth and happy with that

•songs to sing LOUD in the car on a road trip going nowhere in particular

•staring out the window of a quaint coffee shop, watching the raindrops cling to the glass and thinking of all the poetry you’re going to write for that lover you left behind

•looking back on a long relationship and realizing all the ups and downs you’ve had as one, suddenly seeing it all in slow motion like a silent film

•laying back on your bed, smiling uncontrollably, thinking of all the beautiful, bucolic times you’re going to have in the sun with that person you can’t stop thinking of

•a rock in your rib-cage, sobbing on the floor, feeling empty; things are coming to an end and you can’t bear to see them go

•the first day of summer – sprawling yourself in the green & vivacious grass, heart shaped sunglasses perched on your nose; youth in all its glory

•songs that bring back days of your old glory, reliving your childhood and your golden days, tracing over the old scars and remembering how you got them

•the smell of old books, melancholy, songs that are so potent with a sort of wild and tragic longing that they’re almost dangerous

•looking out a car window; letting your eyes cling to weeping trees and then letting them snap back again. feeling self centered and tragical.

•literally just songs that remind me of Oscar Wilde and Bosie Douglas

•stuff that i’m listening to right now! always changing, songs that i’m playing on repeat

Some stunning classical pieces that highlight the violin:

Camille Saint-Saëns, Introduction and Rondo Capriccioso, Op. 28

Dmitri Shostakovich, Violin Concerto No. 1 in A minor, Op. 77

Tomaso Antonio Vitali, Chaconne in G minor

Maurice Ravel, Tzigane

Giuseppe Tartini, Violin Sonata in G minor (Devil’s Trill Sonata)

Jean Sibelius, Violin Concerto in D minor, Op. 47

William Walton, Violin Concerto

Pablo de Sarasate, Zigeunerweisen, Op. 20

Johannes Brahms, Violin Concerto in D major, Op. 77

Felix Mendelssohn, Violin Concerto in E minor, Op. 64

Max Bruch, Violin Concerto No. 1 in G minor, Op. 26

Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky, Violin Concerto in D major, Op. 35

Johann Sebastian Bach, Partita No. 2

Clara Schumann, Three Romances for Violin and Piano, Op. 22

Ludwig van Beethoven, Violin Concerto in D major, Op. 61

Aram Khachaturian, Violin Concerto in D minor

Fritz Kreisler, Praeludium and Allegro in the style of Pugnani

Jules Massenet, Méditation

Sergei Prokofiev, Violin Concerto No. 1 in D major, Op. 19

Ralph Vaughan Williams, The Lark Ascending

“I am never in control of what happens around me, but i am always in control of what happens within me.”

— Fearless Soul

“You, yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection.”

— Buddha

i want to see an adaptation of the iliad that accurately portrays achilles’ grief over the death of patroclus.

i don’t want to see achilles act out in anger and violence as he realizes that patroclus died in his armor.

i don’t want to see achilles remain stoic and emotionless as he carries patroclus’ body back to camp.

show me achilles collapse to the ground when he hears the news. show me achilles sob so loudly that his mother on the bottom of the sea hears him and thinks him dead. show me how another warrior must hold down achilles’ hands so that he does not cut open his own throat to join patroclus in death.

show me achilles carrying back patroclus’ body and sobbing into his chest. show me achilles refusing to leave patroclus’ side to eat or sleep because he can do nothing but cry. show me how achilles looks his mother in the eye and say how he no longer cares if he dies when only a few days prior he said that nothing is worth his life.

i want to see achilles, the most powerful warrior of the greeks, to be completely undone by grief.