Latest Posts by therealsecretmurderer - Page 3

whenever fics or headcanons or even (very cute) fanart depicts Will being embarrassed by Hannibal's praise and adoration I'm like take a good LoOk at this bitch:

he would GLOAT, he would stare at a huge framed drawing Hannibal made of him laying naked in the garden that hangs in the middle of the dinning room and be like "hmm yes I look magnificent" and sip his little wine.

Everyday I stumble on beautiful parts of this book which makes me fall in love with it even more.. i found this passage really sad..

Camilla is just like us fr 💌

THE SERIES GOES ON :

Gregory Peck !!

Don't stay silent when you see injustice !

by the way your voice always matters in the fight against injustice. every single time you speak out against an injustice it matters. it sheds light on it. it empowers others to speak up. it matters

Richard Papen talking about Bunny. How we all thought about a certain friend at some point.

Alain Delon !

It was honestly hard for me to make these pngs and I know it looks kinda messy but its good enough imo ♡

running errands like kurt vonnegut

warmth of the sun, ron hicks | from a letter to milena, franz kafka

Mahmoud Darwish, Journal of an Ordinary Grief (يـومـيـات الـحـزن الـعـادي), 1973

I watched this beautiful 1930's movie and I recommend it sooo much ! It was beautiful.. It's called Mr. Deeds Goes To Town (maybe i'm just a little biased because Gary Cooper was such a fine man)

I'm currently reading the secret history and im at like 200pages. I need to finish this before we get into deep school work

I'm fine (writes a poem related to death)

Nil desperandum

My place was forever on the scene

Arms swinging and words soaring

But I sadly lost my blue dream..

Those Obscure eyes pierced my heart

Then traced my warped destined path

Are we free? Or indeed Man is confined..

Tied to that thick and long serpent-like rope

He turns around, again and again.. a third last time..

Two last breaths coming out of his mouth.

He flies unbound, finally opens his wings

He looked up to the sky

"It will always be here !" He shouts;

The big lapis canvas invites us finally

To our one true Homeland

Of wine rivers and dripping honey

"Welcome back, my dear." You hear them say;

You're finally in the realm of Poppy and May.

(Mine)

afterall, feeling understood is the greatest form of love.

We don’t appreciate the clouds enough,without them how would we ever realise the sun’s beauty?

I still believe that one of the prettiest love stories has to be the love story of the god Eros with Psyche, while the story of Appollo with Daphne is a beautiful yet heart wrenching tragedy in a way that it had love and disgust.. (one sided love). What's really magnificent about mythologies in general is that they make us see the world differently. A laurel tree is no longer a tree; but a last attempt of staying pure from the hands of the detested one.

Reminds me of my Pride And Prejudice book with an unpleasant-looking cover which obviously.. made me avoid that book. It's been sitting on my shelf for nearly two years now.

I am haunted by all the editions of books that are prettier than the ones I already own.

I didn’t like having to explain to them, so I just shut up, smoked a cigarette, and looked at the sea.

—Albert Camus, The Stranger