The mountains and the trees
Cry like a symphony
A symphony
I can hear the call of the wild
— Henry Miller, A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953
i lied. i don’t actually like sex. put your clothes back on, i'm going to explain to you how patroclus made achilles mortal—human. achilles might have died a heartbroken hero but he lived a loved man. and it was all because of patroclus. he was loved because of patroclus, he was more immortal than his demigod blood could ever make him because of patroclus. to be loved incandescently, to be loved back with wide eyes and an open heart is more priceless than a promise from the gods.
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14k Gold Hand Painted Mushroom on Mother of Pearl Ring
A Tribute to the Unspoken, The Beginning
carpe noctem
Roaring 1920’s Art Deco cocoon flapper style.
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i love fantasy fiction where interspecies romances are very normalized because nothing beings me greater joy than imagining like. a high elf in a divorce hearing.
When will I experience love such as this...😔
“Even if I now saw you only once, I would long for you through worlds,”
— Izumi Shikibu, from “Even if I now saw you”; The Ink Dark Moon: Love Poems (tr. by Jane Hirshfield & Mariko Aratani)
—Norwegian Wood, Haruki Murakami.