#Poetically

[leoisstillalive]

something about.the number 9 and valentino rossi. 199 podiums. 89 race wins. 9 championships.

he can reach the sky, he can taste the lingering effervescence of the clouds dancing on his tongue, he can feel the heat of the stars skimming his fingertips. but he cannot hold them. anchored at 9. nine. three statistics cursed to nine. three numbers he staked his entire life on.

felled by the beast of nine. and three

[karlkapri]

Why are you laughing, Poet? I much prefer your sighs. I myself have just read one of your songs And tears are biting my eyes.

Elsa Gidlow..? LOVE her.

And why should I not laugh? / I cleaned my heart of its dust, / Swept my spirit clear of its cobwebs, / Gathered them up and thrust / Them from me. And then / Men passing, found the whole, / Called them songs and sang them and exulted. / They thought they had found my soul.

[sleeplessv0id]

what doesn't kill you makes you weird at intimacy

[strokeofserenity]

[flowrrs4u]

I am good. I am loved.

[futuristic-koala]

[imsayak]

People aren't homes, they never will be. People are rivers, always changing, forever flowing. They will disappear with everything you put inside them.

~ Nikita Gill

[moonlitfairytale]

Natalie Wee, Least of all

[jaggedjawjosh]

[lenainwonderland]

- Vladimir Nabokov

[zaffiri-saffici]

Nicky was always meant to be stillborn. He was never supposed to live after birth, but Rio gave Agatha more time with him, and in turn he got more time with Agatha.

Whether it was implied or not, he was always the son of Death. He was always supposed to go home to his other mother. When Death finally beckoned him home that night, Rio wouldn’t allow him to join her until he kissed Agatha’s cheek. And he knew, instantaneously, to kiss Agatha not once, but twice.

Once from him, and once from Rio.

Though he was always meant to join Death at her side, Rio gave Agatha the chance to be his mother, too, and now I am a mess about it and will be thinking about this for a long time.

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11/4 edit: Wow, y'all have completely overwhelmed me with your love for this little meta, so as thanks, I turned it into a bit of fic we can all cry together about.

Read "Once (Twice) from Nicky" on AO3.

11/19 edit: So I have Agathario brain rot now (ty Jac Schaeffer) and couldn’t help starting a longer form fic because this family just makes me a mess. So, in light of this, I am selfishly adding the link to this fic below so we can all be messes together.

Read “Five Stages (in Grief’s Embrace)” on AO3.

[peaceishim]

[enesl]

Be with someone who makes you happy.

[sensitivesublime]

[strokeofserenity]

Margaret Atwood, “The Blind Assassin.”