ignudiamore:

Cupid as Victor, detail.
Caravaggio, ca. 1601.

ignudiamore:

Cupid as Victor, detail.

Caravaggio, ca. 1601.

#art

adraughtofamortentia:

supermoclel:

are you ever in the middle of saying something or showing someone something and you realize that literally no one cares 

I’ve literally stopped talking mid-word in a story and no one has noticed.

~Life update:

Sherlock was here for the past week and it was wonderful. It was the first time with them coming here to me instead of me going there. Our first day together was our ten month anniversary too. The news gets better: the next visit is in only 30 days. That’s by FAR our shortest wait yet. <3 

queerpotters:


SAD LITTLE MONSTERS — underneath the skin, there’s a human. [LISTEN]


human - daughter | ghost song - patrick wolf | i’m not human at all - sleep party people | dirty paws - of monsters and men | white fanged foreverness - mariee sioux | killing moon - nouvelle vague | werewolf - cat power | vampire smile - kyla la grange | a lily for the spectre - stephanie dosen | fangs - imaad wasif | wolf song - patrick wolf | monster - imagine dragons

queerpotters:

SAD LITTLE MONSTERS — underneath the skin, there’s a human. [LISTEN]

human - daughter | ghost song - patrick wolf | i’m not human at all - sleep party people | dirty paws - of monsters and men | white fanged foreverness - mariee sioux | killing moon - nouvelle vague | werewolf - cat power | vampire smile - kyla la grange | a lily for the spectre - stephanie dosen | fangs - imaad wasif | wolf song - patrick wolf | monster - imagine dragons

persephoneed:

if i choose the dream; for the ghost in your sleep — the one who loves you.  (listen)

the sun is going down i sóley | dream mirel wagner | insomnia plague sea oleena | he dreams he’s awake stars | a white demon love song the killers | sleep soap&amp;skin | atrophy the antlers | harsh realm widowspeak | fondu au noir cœur de pirate | flowers grow out of my grave dead man’s bones | goodbye feat. soap&amp;skin apparat 

persephoneed:

if i choose the dream; for the ghost in your sleep — the one who loves you.  (listen)

the sun is going down i sóley | dream mirel wagner | insomnia plague sea oleena | he dreams he’s awake stars | a white demon love song the killers | sleep soap&skin | atrophy the antlers | harsh realm widowspeak | fondu au noir cœur de pirate | flowers grow out of my grave dead man’s bones | goodbye feat. soap&skin apparat 

"I’m in love with you. Yeah, it’s that bad. You’re so beautiful to me. Shut up, let me tell you, let me. Every time I look at your face, or even remember it, it wrecks me. And the way you are with me, and you’re just fun and you shit all over me and you make fun of me and you’re real. I don’t have enough time in any day, to think about you enough. I feel like I’m gonna live a thousand years cause that’s how long it’s gonna take me to have one thought about you, which is that I’m crazy about you. I don’t wanna be with anybody else. I don’t. I really don’t. I don’t think about women anymore. I think about you. I had a dream the other night that you and I were on a train. We were on this train and you were holding my hand. That’s the whole dream, you were holding my hand and I felt you holding my hand. I woke up and I couldn’t believe it wasn’t real."
— Louis C. K.  (via michellewilliamss)
"

everyone makes love sound like
rocks against the window at two in
the morning, like grand gestures in
front of the classroom, like public displays
of affection and eighty-two rose bouquets
and maybe that is a part of it but

when real love hits you, he will be
spreading hummus across flatbread, sleep
tangling her fingers in his hair, a slight
whispy smile on his lips like he knows
the world’s greatest secret and even though
you’re both standing in the kitchen’s
bad lighting and you’re both still
recovering from napping and you’re
only in your socks and undies,
it will feel like you’re standing next to a jet plane
during take off, it will just knock you right over

when real love hits you, she will be sitting
in front of a bad action movie, eyes on
the screen and legs tangled between yours,
her body fitting so perfectly against you that you
feel like the two of you are puzzle pieces made for
each other, the warmth of her laughter
like whiskey through your veins
and you will realize you have spent the
last five minutes just looking
at her face and maybe the two of you
illegally downloaded this film and maybe her
fingertips are covered with popcorn butter and
maybe you’ll never be able to form a good enough
way to tell her, but just even seeing her happy makes
your heart explode like a snowball against
a windowpane, you’re just completely wrecked by it

when love hits you, they will be absently licking icing
off the back of their knuckle while they make cupcakes
for their whole class and their nose will wrinkle
and you will find an inexplicable humor in how
they literally sprint from the room in order to sneeze
without breathing on the food, you will watch the way
they sneak some batter from the bowl with a hooked
finger, how their left cheek has a little smear
of flour right across where their freckles
rest like clovers and maybe they are
not the best baker in the world but
even if they burn everything they make you,
you realize you wouldn’t care, you would
honestly eat whatever it was for
rest of your life because it means being
close to them and that idea just cracks
against your ribs like how rain always sings as
it falls, so in love with the ground that it
praises the earth as it hits

and this is what love is:
the moments of looking up and finding
you’re with the world’s most perfect person,
so full of flaws and such a terrible, terrific
fit.

"
This is silly but he’s home to me.” /// r.i.d
(via inkskinned)