Almost Died At The Hands Of The Italian Mob Today

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Soundtracks to Mahmoud Darwish's poetry

Summer mornings in the charming scenery of northern Italy.

Twilight but the vampires are dressed like in The Matrix.

Orchestra at the gates of hell.

Half a corpse, half a God

― Louise Glück, October

the only “Gojo has a God Complex” moment i accept is when he calls himself a God once before wasting Toji and then 20mins later he has an absolute breakdown bc he’s a teenager with way too much power and the world’s expectations on his scrawny shoulders, cradling a young girl’s dead body even younger than him while surrounded by the people who celebrated her death and feeling this close to snapping and ending it all bc he can, can’t he? he is Gojo Satoru. Six Eyes. Limitless. his power beloved and praised by all, standing on a lonely podium, seen and not seen at the same time. people wouldn’t lament the fall of Gojo Satoru, but rather the God they projected onto a particularly blessed child.

—Mahmoud Darwish, from To a Young Poet

feeling whatever these three were going through

Uh I think I done goofed up y'all..

(via)

♥︎ home cozy home !!