Reblog if you didn’t write My Immortal
We’re going to find the author by process of elimination.
I think they would've been friends
You keep staring at the picture, rigid lines, shifting organic paint layers, clashing bright orange and mustard yellow against a black that's not black as much as deep greens and blues masquerading as buildings. Oppressed. The sun hangs too low and heavy, pressing down on the buildings like a hand on a heaving chest. Pretending to be still. Pretending to be dead.
I was very fascinated by this description of the painting, so...
I never want to be in a relationship with someone that just tolerates me.. we need to be equally obsessed with each other
STAR WARS: EPISODE III – REVENGE OF THE SITH
— 2005, dir. George Lucas
THE FALLEN ANGEL (1847), by Alexandre Cabanel
we used to get prescribed a summer on the seaside. now we just get told to go touch grass. the economy is in shambles
