#it was classical music

[two-bees-poetry]

twenty years across the sea

[soloh]

I hate when I say things like "oh I want an ipod classic but with bluetooth so I can use wireless headphones" and some peanut comes in and replies with "so a smartphone with spotify?" No. I want a 160GB+ rectangular monstrosity where I can download every version of every song I want to it and it does nothing except play music and I don't need a data connection and don't have to pay a subscription to not have ads and don't have popups suggesting terrible AI playlists all over the menus.

Gimme the clicky wheel and song titles like "My Chemical Romance- The Black Parade- Blood (Bonus Track)- secret track- album rip- high quality"

[mysterybones]

If it sounds like the composer is trying to blast you with the orchestra until you're as deaf as he is, it's Beethoven.

If it sounds like the composer might be a vampire, it's Bach.

If it sounds like the composer is trying to set the violins on fire, it's Vivaldi.

[khezia]

cw: mentions of blood, self harm, and self deprecating talk, also kind of suicidal ideation

there is this everlasting pain in my being.

i feel it when i wake up

i definitely feel it when i am falling asleep

i feel it in my dry eyes that cry impossible tears

salty water heavy on my face

does nothing to soothe my aching bones

there is this hollow in my soul

i feel it in the empty arms that hug me

the pain when i do not bleed

the awkwardness when someone calls out to God in my name

am i not comfortable in my skin because i have yet to grow into it or because i have let it be everyone else’s before my own?

maybe it’s because i have a deep, burning hatred for it

it is the yearning to break my mirror because i despise what looks back at me but the fear of the seven years after

it is the desperate clawing at my skin until it gives way like a scratch ticket

i never win

it is craving to make a self portrait but not being able to stand to look at myself

i am my mothers failure, and in turn my own

it is feeling better when i am ripped open physically

but cowering like a wounded animal when someone figures me out

it is closing my eyes so i do not see what will come for me

but the darkness leaves me alone with myself

i open my eyes to run

but i am so tired.

i am tired of running.

i am broken and desperate and depressed

i am in pain and i am hollow

i am human

and i wish i wasn’t

not to avoid emotions

but to avoid life.

find a cure to the oxygen entering my lungs

so they can leave me to rest in my coffin.

i am tired.

all i do is sleep.

[mushyooms]

Poseidon: after everything you've done, how will you sleep at night?

Odysseus:

based on this incredible tweet below i only drew over it HAHA

[amethystsoda]

[wh0-is-lily]

Shelley Duvall, 1970s

[inthedarktrees]

Julie Andrews in The Sound of Music (1965) dir. Robert Wise

[official-english-major]

Telemachus's life post-Odyssey has the potential to be so funny bc bro is suddenly going from the son of, essentially, a single mom to the son of two VERY in-love middle aged sweethearts who never had to learn boundaries about what is/isn't appropriate to say around their kid.

Penelope: I knew that "beggar" was you the whole time, you know.

Odysseus, laughing: Oh, really?

Penelope: You can disguise a lot of things, but I'd know that ass anywhere.

Telemachus: I am begging you guys to keep it in your pants for ONE family dinner.

[words-writ-in-starlight]

honestly my mother was a huge champ about her eight-year-old asking to be bought an unabridged edition of the Odyssey for a birthday present, and then she was an equally huge champ about reading her eight-year-old the unabridged Odyssey as a bedtime story and pausing every four lines to define something for me, and let me just say that I have fucking TREASURED the opportunity to reverse that old tradition by more or less forcing her to sit on my couch and listen to Epic and pause it every four lines for my dissertation

[whencartoonsruletheworld]

fuck off nolan are you going to have six hundred men under my command with only one goal in mind (make it back alive to our homeland)? six hundred men, six hundred miles of open sea? but the problem's not the distance (it's what lies inbetween)?

[mysharona1987]

[melomancy]

kate bush photographed by john carder bush — from the book kate: inside the rainbow

[scyllas-dogs]

well anniflamma may have too much dignity to draw poseidon getting backshots but I sure dont. here we go

EDIT: my pizza hands got slapped so now its up on blusky thank u

[theancientwayoflife]

~ Plaque.

Culture: Italic, Etruscan

Period: Late Archaic Period or early Classical Period

Date: ca. 470 B.C.

Medium: Terracotta