sorry i’m late, professor. im disenchanted with the human experience and waking up every morning thrusts me into an instant existential crisis
irish is such a shady language because hello is “dia duit” but directly translated it means “god be with you” and when someone says hello back they say “dia is muire duit” which means “god and mary be with you” .. its like “i see your god and i raise you the holy virgin whatcha gonna do bout it bitch”
irish isnt a language…
A child’s skull prior to loosing it’s baby teeth
children are terrifying little hellbeasts and I want you all to know this from a medical standpoint
she’s the lady with the gentlest smile and the softest hands, making your heart flutter like a bird in a cage, showing you things that you’ve only seen before in half-forgotten dreams. you think she’s yours but you’re hers, you’ve always been hers. sometimes she comes to your room at night. you know she’s ill, she must be ill, but she didn’t cough up the blood on her lips. you kiss them anyway, because did you ever have another choice?
DARK ROOM - A MIX FOR VICTORIAN GIRLS WITH LACE GLOVES ON THEIR HANDS AND BLOOD IN THEIR EYES
i. my lady’s house - iron & wine // ii. dark room - sarah slean // iii. sing for absolution - muse // iv. lullaby - susanne sundfør // v. about your funeral - sóley //vi. reveil en sursaut d’un rêve - cinema strange // vii. sleeping dead - emily jane white // viii. demolition - patrick wolf // ix. sick - chelsea wolfe // x. fatal lullaby - adrian von ziegler // xi. philharmonics - agnes obel
Day 65 - A song you play when you can’t sleep. [♪♫
Arctic Monkeys - Only Ones Who Know (acoustic)
"And I bet she told a million people that she’d stay in touch / But all the little promises they don’t mean much / When there’s memories to be made”
"How did I become a community leader? Every time there’s a wedding, I go to say ‘Congratulations.’ Every time there’s a funeral, I go to say: ‘I’m sorry.’" (Al-Salt, Jordan)
Sometimes, quiet is violent.