“You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast. You will always run away with her. You will always lose her. You will always be a fool. You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear.”
liv, twenty, intj; mythology, too many problematic favourites and nobody beats the riz
Men, it’s been a long war, it’s been a tough war. You have fought bravely, proudly for your country. You’re a special group. You’ve found in one another a bond that exists only in combat among brothers. You’ve shared foxholes and held each other in dire moments. You’ve seen death and suffered together. I’m proud to have served with each and every one of you. You all deserve long and happy lives in peace.
Derived from Greek όφελος (ophelos) meaning “help” … Through Ophelia we witness Hamlet’s evolution, or de-evolution into a man convinced that all women are whores; that the women who seem most pure are inside black with corruption and sexual desire … (x)
(BLOG AWARD WINNER’S EDIT: the magnificent ophelies)
So speaking he set his child again in the arms of his beloved wife, who took him back again to her fragrant bosom smiling in her tears; and her husband saw, and took pity upon her, and stroked her with his hand, and called her by name and spoke to her "Poor Andromache! Why does your heart sorrow so much for me?"