From Greensboro College's 1935 yearbook.

(via @danskjavlarna)

From Greensboro College's 1935 yearbook.

(via @danskjavlarna)

Happy Neil banging out the tunes day!!!

sending these vibes to all of you

actually kinda awkward to reach that stage of life where you don't really have a group of friends but rather individual friends that are all over the map and with different schedules so people just assume you're somewhat friendless. and in a way you kinda are but also life just keeps happening so really what is there to do

I'm coming out of my lurking to offer the solution that worked for me to get individual friends connected.

Weekly open invitations.

My main friend (A) started coming over every Saturday evening they were available and up for it. Eventually through happenstance, my other friend (B) and I started working together. I told B that they were welcome to our weekly Saturday evening thing.

Now, on Saturdays I might have friend A over by themselves, but sometimes A and B are both there. Sometimes B brings friend C and C turns out to be cool.

Or B can't come because of some cool show or event and we all decide to go with instead of staying home.

Or no one can come and I get a free Saturday night to myself.

OR! (the option people forget about) You text your friends that you aren't up for it this week and everyone gets it because they've backed out on a Saturday once or twice.

– Lucy Dacus

low quality moon pictures my beloved

what's meant to be is meant to be. if you even care.

(pls click for higher res i worked really hard on this)

This is something idk what. I wrote it from the pov of hades talking to Orpheus. It gives hades more empathy than I think he usually gets.

I’ve walked this path through endless years, where shadows breathe and sway. 
And yet your song, so full of love, could turn the night to day.
I see your pain, your fragile hope, it mirrors something true.
For I would tear the heavens down if I could stand in you.
But love is cruel, it tests the soul,
It gives the sweetest, yet takes its toll.
I know this ache, this desperate fight,
To keep her close, to hold the light.
I see myself in the tears you cry,
The way you call her name to the sky.
But fate’s a thread that frays and breaks.
A fragile vow the gods can’t take.
I know you love her, as I love mine,
But the stars won’t bend, not this time.
I gave you this, a fleeting chance, though I knew how it would end.
For every step you take toward her, the fates will never bend.
The way you hold her in your heart, I’ve felt it in my own.
But love must learn the weight it bears when shadows claim their throne.
She walks so close. you hear her breath,
Yet fear will call her back to death.
I want to hope, but truth is clear,
Your doubt will bring the end you fear.
I see myself in the tears you cry,
The way you call her name to the sky.
But fate’s a thread that frays and breaks,
A fragile vow the gods can’t take.
I know you love her, as I love mine,
But the stars won’t bend, not this time.
Do you think I don’t understand?
How I hold Persephone’s hand?
Her laughter warms a heart of stone,
But love is bound to what we own.
I gave you hope

I let you try
Because I see myself in your eyes.
I see myself in the tears you cry,
The way you call her name to the sky.
But fate is cruel, it steals, it shakes,
It leaves us mourning what it takes.
I know you love her, as I love mine,
But the stars won’t bend, not this time.
So sing your song, and light the dark,
But love won’t mend your broken heart.
She’ll fade to shadows, you’ll lose her still,
Yet love like yours bends even my will.

beginning to suspect that if I ever want to have a published novel I will have to actually write a novel, which is frankly ghoulish

I know I have a novel in me but it seems to be lodged in like. I don't know. my appendix.

hm.

tumblr is the root of half the internets trends and memes

the curse of being on this website is knowing that shit like cottagecore and dark academia and the obsession with mushrooms and whatnot started on this godforsaken platform and not tiktok

the mushroom thing started with a fucking shitpost where it ends with "you cannot kill me in a way that matters" "im not fucking scared of you!"

"op what does this mean" "decay is an extant form of life"

I KID YOU NOT