A HOST OF Co-dependent Teens With A Battery Of Psychological Issues Comb Rural Virginia For A Dead Welsh

“A HOST OF  co-dependent teens with a battery of psychological issues comb rural Virginia for a dead Welsh king with dubious magical powers. Trees talk; hitmen put down roots; dead people live; living people die. Cars are described in loving detail. Fuckweasel. A house full of psychics tells everybody the future and drinks a lot on-page considering it’s a young adult series. Nobody kisses anybody, which is weird because everybody loves everybody. There’s rich boys! Poor boys! Sad boys! Angry boys! Raven boys! Collect them all!” 

SOUNDTRACK 

00: scotland, the lumineers

01: bloom, the paper kites

02: fools, troye sivan

03: we come running, youngblood hawke

04: drive, halsey

05: candles, conan gray

06: suburbia, troye sivan

07: seventeen, alessia cara

08: sober, lorde

09: for him, troye sivan 

10: lost stars, keira knightley

*this is my first gifset as you can probably tell haha. exhausting but fun! feel free to request (: 

** i am aware that half of the soundtrack is troye sivan lmao he’s so great  

everything about this is fantastic. colour scheme. characters. i love it sm 😍

let’s fly away.

poets born under each sign, part II: MOONS

aries: virginia woolf

I belong to quick, futile moments of intense feeling. Yes, I belong to moments. Not to people.

taurus: hans christian andersen

She laughed and danced with the thought of death in her heart.

gemini: t.s. eliot

Ah, but we die to each other daily. What we know of other people Is only our memory of the moments During which we knew them. And they have changed since then. To pretend that they and we are the same Is a useful and convenient social convention Which must sometimes be broken. We must also remember That at every meeting we are meeting a stranger.

cancer: henry david thoreau

And if she faintly glimmers here, And paled is her light, Yet always in her proper sphere She’s mistress of the night.

leo: james joyce

As I am. As I am. All or not at all.

virgo: william wordsworth

“What occupation do you there pursue? This is a lonesome place for one like you.” Ere he replied, a flash of mild surprise Broke from the sable orbs of his yet-vivid eyes.

libra: anne sexton

I was the girl full of talk of coffins and keyholes.

scorpio: shel silverstein

This town grows old around me.  I cannot say I did not hear That sound so haunting hollow— I heard, I heard, I heard it clear… I was afraid to follow. 

sagittarius: lewis carroll

I can’t go back to yesterday because I was a different person then.

capricorn: anaïs nin

I adore the struggle you carry in yourself. I adore your terrifying sincerity.

aquarius: margaret atwood

You think I’m not a goddess? Try me. This is a torch song. Touch me and you’ll burn.

pisces: percy shelley 

The fountains mingle with the river, And the rivers with the ocean; The winds of heaven mix forever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In another’s being mingle— Why not I with thine?

“They were piecing Neil together and building a real person around all of his lies. They found the parts of him no disguise could change.”

__pink_tape