how dull for you to live your life without any hills to die on, you, on your vast flat barren plains of compromise, acceptance, and accommodation, while I reign supreme over the lush, rolling highlands of stupid shit I have irrationally chosen to stake my entire identity on
(via emopizzarolls)
“Full noon, July. I speak. I want to descend, to fall into this blossoming fire.”— Odysseus Elytis, tr. by Olga Broumas & T. Begley, from “First Things First,”
During the 1980s, more gay men died in New York City during the AIDS crisis than all recorded deaths of American soldiers in Vietnam. You need to know that.
(Source: hogwartsbitchcraftandmisandry, via hirxeth)
