Leaving Long Term Friendships Behind Is So Strange. Like. I Know Your Favorite Flower And How You Like

on identity

ojibwe / noah kahan / richard siken / unknown / elliott smith / oamisoa / cameron awkward-rich

in all timelines, in all possibilities, only you

Bewitched

headphones aren't enough. i need the song to stab me in the chest

Was your star next to mine ?

okay, but we don't know where grantaire was shot. people usually say the heart, because he died instantly, but i think there's a better option.

his throat.

now, the heart is poetic because he's only at the barricade because of his love for enjolras.

but.

his worse vices, or at least the two traits that enjolras hates in him the most (besides the non-believing) are his drinking and talking nonsense for 4 pages non stop.

both of those actions are fundamentally linked with one's throat, wine flows through there and words pour out of it.

the throat also houses one's pipes, vocal cords and arteries, so a shot to the throat would be as deadly as one to the heart. either way, the brain ain't getting any oxygen.

anyway both options are valid, but i like this symbolism in grantaire's death better than the heart.

Last night I couldn't sleep and couldn't sleep just because I wanted so badly to spill over to someone. I feel that I'm cut off from all humankind. I feel like putting my head on your shoulder and weeping from sheer homesickness.

Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath wr. c. June 1951 featured in Letters Home: Correspondence 1950-1963

merry christmas to them ❤️💚

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done healing my inner child. next up is my inner teen. her highness demands a sword.