stfrancisismyhoe

[stfrancisismyhoe]

Oh, the poor sun.

For he has watched you

all your life,

and wants only to kiss you. But each time

he presses his lips to your skin

the burns ache a little more.

It’s alright, you say.

It’s alright,

stay here

the sky is so lonely

I do not mind the heat.

And the poor sun,

he cries.

For he knows

that the ones he loves best

are destined

to have cancer kiss their cheek.

For melanoma to bloom

on the parts of your body

that he loved the most.

[stfrancisismyhoe]

TSOA Patroclus: But I’m just a little medicine boy who can’t fight and the world is so big and scawey. :(((

Iliad Patroclus: COME AT ME HECTOR YOU LITTLE TROJAN BITCH. I KILLED A HOE WHEN I WAS 8 YEARS OLD YOU AINT DONE SHIT. TRY TO HIT ME WITH ONE OF YOUR BITCH-BOY ARROWS YOU WONT *has killed half the Trojan army in 2 minutes and is now climbing the wall into Troy*.

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I DONT UNDERSTAND BEING NONCHALANT. IF YOURE NOT GONNA TURN ME INTO A CONSTELLATION AFTER I DIE AND MOURN ME EVERY DAY FOR ETERNITY THEN WHAT IS EVEN THE POINT.

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”And Patroclus (my hoe) came walking down the beach looking like motherfucking ares because he was jacked and covered in blood.”

-Homer, The Iliad

[stfrancisismyhoe]

Fun Fact! The same sun that watched Rome fall gives you cute lil tan lines in the summer.

[stfrancisismyhoe]

I love getting sunburned on my face in the summer. Like omg Apollooooo stop kissing me already.

[stfrancisismyhoe]

“I’m so ugly.” Shut up. Imagine Aphrodite crying and cursing herself because you say the face she made isn’t good enough. Imagine God, who created you in his image hearing you pray to look different. Imagine the painter who watches their painting grow to hate itself. Think of the stars you are made of turning their faces away because you say that you cannot bear to look at them.

You are the world experiencing itself.

Do not call the world ugly.

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I love it when my friends invite me over to “study” like yeah ok girl but we both know that we’re gonna end up in the middle of the woods in a faerie circle oh my god how did we get here and where are we do you remember anything I don’t remember anything how long has it been and my feet hurt like I’ve been dancing for a hundred years and I can hear faint flute music on the wind and THIS IS THE LAST TIME I GO TO YOUR STUDY GROUP MICHELLE.

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Brat summer is done. I wanna leave that in 2024. Everyone, it’s time for BOROMIR WINTER. Vibes? Kind, compassionate, courageous, and fiercely loyal. I’m heading into my I’m-ready-to-die-for-what-I-love era. Get me some hobbits. It’s my son of Gondor season.

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Sometimes I think about falling in love but then I realize that if it’s not Buck Vernon I do not want it.

[stfrancisismyhoe]

When I listen to Hozier in December that’s Hozibrr.

[stfrancisismyhoe]

I don’t have rizz.

I have big doll eyes and a deep, unsettling obsession with King Arthur.

[stfrancisismyhoe]

Can we stop talking about Greek mythology for 2 seconds? The Olympians are a bunch of weak ass bitches. Gimme some ODIN, I want some FROST GIANTS. Valhalla is my BABE, Balder is my BABYGIRL.