wrathed

⠀⠀౿  ׂ   ִ   ʿ  i could talk about ‘daphnis and chloe’ by longus for days & i’d even make an anon of those if there’d actually be people interested of their story.. i really love that book.

lostlockets

yeah? and what’s the meaning behind this one? 
          
          *    he’s talking about flowers n asking about the names 

lostlockets

mhmhm. my jordie. my— uh, my son. 
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wrathed

 ⠀⠀౿  ׂ   ִ   ʿ @lostlockets
            hm? why is that —- is there someone you miss? 
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lostlockets

.. yeah. yeah, they are. christ, shoulda known i’d be drawn to these ones. 
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wrathed

‘er͟os, you heinous vermin .. you knew for I who’s not as clueless as daphnis and chloe has to suffer greater for I, who, unlike daphnis and chloe, recognize love but cannon act upon it. love is a feeling and i’m numb to it, 
          
          ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀“daphnis is beautiful, yes, but so are the
          ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ flowers. his pipe sends forth beautiful
          ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ sounds, yes, but so do the nightingales.
          ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ but no words come to me about those
          ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ things. i wish that i could be his pipe so
          ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ he could breathe into me all day.”
          ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀— daphnis & chloe, 

wrathed

'tis nought. 'tis, though, thirst that sips him 
              and which he cannot shun, 
            'tis depth unknown, comparable 
              to blind oblivion. 
            
            “from that dark, choking, endlessness 
              into which i am furled, 
            father, undo me, and for e'er 
              be praised in the whole world!”
            
            "ask anything for this new fate  
              for with mine i am through; 
            o, hear my prayer, i, my Lord, for 
              thou givest life and death too!”
            
            “take back my endlessness, the fires 
              that my being devour 
            and in return give me a chance 
              to love but for an hour!”
            
            i’ve come from Chaos; i’d return 
              to that my former nest. . . 
            and as i have been brought to life  
              from rest, i crave for rest!”
            
            ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ — mihai eminescu, luceafărul 1883
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wrathed

“tis nought. 'tis, though, thirst that sips him 
           and which he cannot shun, 
          'tis depth unknown, comparable 
           to blind oblivion. 
          
          "from that dark, choking, endlessness 
          into which I am furled, 
          father, undo me, and for e'er 
          be praised in the whole world!" 
          
          “ask anything for this new fate  
           for with mine I am through; 
          o, hear my prayer, o, my Lord, for 
           thou givest life and death too!" 
          
          "take back my endlessness, the fires 
           that my being devour 
          and in return give me a chance 
           to love but for an hour!”
          
          "i’ve come from Chaos; i’d return 
          to that my former nest…
          and as i have been brought to life  
          from rest, i crave for rest!”
          
          ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀— mihai eminescu, luceafărul 1883