#charles macaulay rp blog

[charliemacaulay]

My life is sooo difficult! I only get everyone to pay for my things and party the night away! Was my Bunny impression convincing?

[charliemacaulay]

This feels like a loaded question. Yes you are my friend, no you aren’t a good one.

@charliemacaulay am I ur friend yes or no

[bunnyzcor]

Can you guys say some nice things about me?

(Please mention how attractive I am (unless your a man), how rich I am, and how smart I am)

Thanks oldies!

- your favorite bun ;)

[dear-slayer]

Why do you waste your time with Camilla? Everyone knows you’re a fag, everyone thinks it’s cruel to her.

Is this about last Thursday? I already apologized for taking her into town without you. You were asleep well into the afternoon and I’m perfectly allowed to go places without you, Bunny.

[charliemacaulay]

Nothing beats tea and old books on cold autumn nights.

[charliemacaulay]

Ignore him. He is likely drunk.

cubitum eamus?

excuse me?

[bunnyzcor]

I’m this close to having an asthma attack and it’s all your guys fault.

[dear-slayer]

Now that classes are back in session, I’m quite sure that I’m going to need a trip to the lake house soon with the amount of work Julian’s assigned.

[charlesmacau1ay]

we’re literally gonna get married your honor.

[charliemacaulay]

I’m on my way!

i need a jar of cherries and a smoke

[lovelymad]

It's a very Greek idea, and a very profound one. Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it. And what could be more terrifying and beautiful, to souls like the Greeks or our own, than to lose control completely? To throw off the chains of being for an instant, to shatter the accident of our mortal selves? Euripides speaks of the Maenads: head thrown I back, throat to the stars, "more like deer than human being." To be absolutely free! One is quite capable, of course, of working out these destructive passions in more vulgar and less efficient ways. But how glorious to release them in a single burst! To sing, to scream, to dance barefoot in the woods in the dead of night, with no more awareness of mortality than an animal! These are powerful mysteries. The bellowing of bulls. Springs of honey bubbling from the ground. If we are strong enough in our souls we can rip away the veil and look that naked, terrible beauty right in the face; let God consume us, devour us, unstring our bones. Then spit us out reborn.

- Donna Tartt, the secret history

[charliemacaulay]

Lord I have the worst headache. One too many whiskeys does you wrong on a day like this..

[redwinestainedlips]

last night was a fever dream

@charlesmacau1ay @new-neanias @written-by-baudelaire @dear-slayer

[charliemacaulay]

@deer-slayer​ Can this be us?

Most powerful wizard

[bunnyzcor]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN OLDIES!!!! How many shots do you think I need to make Richard and Henry drink before they dress up with me?

[dear-slayer]

I’m heading back to Missouri for the next week to visit family—can someone watch my apartment while I’m away?

( @valariewinter —will you be home by then?)