Have You Ever Been To The Omegaverse

the longest week (2014)

Box with my photographs and poetry.

i lied. i don’t actually like sex. put your clothes back on, i'm going to explain to you how patroclus made achilles mortal—human. achilles might have died a heartbroken hero but he lived a loved man. and it was all because of patroclus. he was loved because of patroclus, he was more immortal than his demigod blood could ever make him because of patroclus. to be loved incandescently, to be loved back with wide eyes and an open heart is more priceless than a promise from the gods.

movie inspired outfit: neil perry from dead poets society (1989)

“i wasn't actually in love, but i felt a sort of tender curiosity.”

— 𝘍. 𝘚𝘤𝘰𝘵𝘵 𝘍𝘪𝘵𝘻𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘥.

beating the mental illness allegations by going to shower

feeling whatever these three were going through

thinking about why horatio keeps calling hamlet “my lord” even though it’s so clear that hamlet respects horatio as an equal. it’s not out of propriety, because hamlet tells him that he doesn’t have to do it. horatio would follow hamlet into hell without a second thought, and the only thing that stops him from doing so in the end is hamlet’s word. he’s too loyal to ever disobey even hamlet’s slightest wish. so if hamlet wants them to speak like equals, why does this remain? i think it’s a term of endearment more than anything. because horatio’s love is devotion. he is hamlet’s, forever and always. maybe “my lord” is the closest he can get to “mine”. again and again and again i am yours and you are mine, every time that they speak. you are miserable, you are desperate, you are constantly in doubt. you are mine. you are banished, you are a murderer, you are dead. i am yours. horatio reveres hamlet. he can’t help it. he also loves him. he can’t help that either. so, it’s my lord. his respect with his possession. because horatio knows that there are pieces of hamlet that are his alone - to carry, to love, to live with when he’s gone. it’s a reminder that horatio is hamlet’s, yes, but also a reminder that hamlet, despite it all, is his.

Sky & Clouds painted by Théodore Gudin ☁️