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❝ they built him to a saint, but he’s nothing but a man who burned every bridge he came upon.

— old st. john, good night, texas

❝ Even at the Mysteries, he could never get warm,
crowded into the dark with the kist and the serpent,
the smart of pennyroyal on his tongue like a word
he had forgotten to say. Like a frostline in the soil,
the plunge of a colder sea … The sun silvered his hair
like olive leaves, the dry months burnt him browner
than Attic earth; the thin snows fell on Parnes
and he shivered even in the white arms of his bride,
the barley-plaited girl who sang round the well-head
like his elder sisters so long ago, the fallow year
a wanderer sowed blessings in the Eleusinian fields
and burnished him with her touch, an archaic mask
of gold. Like the daimon of his house, the glittering
awn, and still the old nightmare flickered up in him
at an ember’s breath: the fire that smelt of incense,
the shapes falling like a handful of tears, of poppies
and mare’s tails, of a girl’s face and stalks of corn
that glowed like scepters in the unwithering flames.
He had rested so soundly in her old woman’s arms,
his child’s length measured in her lap. The hall
in the shadows that leapt like stooks, the sparks
chaff-tumbling up about them, threshings of godhead,
her seedhead crown. And his mother’s hands dragging him
like a brand from the cinders, blackened, beaten out:
cold running in his veins like time. Yet imperishable
honor will be on him always
. A garland of myrtle
at a hero’s tomb, the north wind and the autumn rain
like aulos and kithara for the stitching of songs
he would shatter to the winds if his wife’s arms
would warm him, his children’s bones not shine
like a killing frost, if he could wake a serf,
a slave, memoryless as a ghost, the king’s tall son
and fair as harvest, goddess-dandled, lucky, lost.


Homeric Hymn to Demophoon —  Sonya Taaffe. (via cerasiferae)

Even at the Mysteries he could never get warm

(via johndarnielle)


Rated E for everyone, Hadassi

The Bystander Effect - The Bystander Effect is a social phenomenon in which a person (or persons) are less likely to offer help to another person (or persons) when there are more people around who can also provide assistance. Many people believe that, when there is an emergency and lots of people are present, the people in need are more likely to get assistance. However, this is not the case. Rather, the more people there are who can help, the less likely each person is to offer help. Thus, when in a group, people are less likely to offer help than when they are alone.
❝ time is a rubber band.

— girls

Is that a challenge, ms. maskin?

just stating the facts

tremieb replied to your post: the lovely oneindige tagged me in…

I don’t selfie tho! (But to are hella prec 🎉)

i didn’t think i did either

oneindige replied to your post: the lovely oneindige tagged me in…

RACHEL these are so wonderful, i love your photo face. the circumstances of #4 make me tear up. also you look amazing in lipstick i’m just saying

you’re the best + gorgeous + i like your milkmaid hair