#burn burn burn

[ijustdontlikepeople]

Nostalgia for Innocence

Little Women (2019), dir. Greta Gerwig | “Landscape,” Louise Glück | “i wish it was raining,” spotify cover | textpost, tumblr user @/mclennonyaoi | You Don’t Have to Like Me, Alina Nugent | Brooklyn Nine Nine (2014-2021), dir. Gates | “Ribs,” Lorde | VSCO post, user @/aprilinparis1947 | “Beautiful Fall in Ior Park, Bucharest,” instagram user @/andreigherasim | “Burn, Burn, Burn,” Zach Bryan |

[bookofjudith]

So why do I still long for a home?

Burn, Burn, Burn, Zach Bryan

[many-sparrows]

I see God in everything, in trees and the pain and nights in the spring

[cloudyy-dazzze]

got to see my sister & went to see zach bryan! pretty good 3 days❤️

[essentiallydanielle]

And I see God in everything

The trees and pain

And nights in the spring

So why do I still long

For a home?

[moonlightpirate]

The amount of times I've watched burn butcher burn on YouTube is almost embarrassing

[lyrics-planet]

— Zach Bryan, Burn, Burn, Burn

[mallpop]

[luc3]

État de brouillard perpétuel.

Je suis vaisseau coincé dans les glaces de l'Antarctique. Sur le pont, pendant la traversée, l'anarchie de pirates gueulards et saouls, avides de chair fraîche.

On navigue à vue.

-

Entre deux mondes, le Cœur s'arrête. Entre deux coups, enfin, il déploie un pont. Le Pont.

Il se traverse d'un souffle. Il scande la marche du cœur comme un tambour de guerre. Il enjambe un gouffre immense dont aucun bruit n'est perceptible. De grands arbres de chaque côté le surplombent.

Le Silence, espace interminable entre battements, blanche pointée qui n'en finit plus, adagio 'avec adage', mais la vie ça tressaute, ça râle, ça pue! et les croque-mort avisés se frottent les mains.

Mon souffle, parti soudainement derriere, dévale ma nuque puis mon dos, se glisse entre mes reins comme un torrent furieux de montagne.

Les deux Vieilles, comme des rouêts devant la Cendre, les deux Vieilles Aiguilles à tricoter de Grand-Mères s'enfoncent inlassablement dans mes yeux.

C'est un larsen.

Burn.

It.

Down.

(2nd pic from The Last Temptation of Christ.)

english below

State of perpetual fog.

I'm a ship stuck in the ice of Antarctica. On the bridge, during the crossing, the anarchy of loud, drunken pirates, eager for fresh meat.

We navigate by sight.

-

Between two worlds, the Heart stops. Between two blows, finally, he deploys a bridge. The bridge.

One can cross it with a breath. It punctuates the march of the heart like a war drum. It spans an immense chasm of which no noise is perceptible. Large trees on each side overlook it.

The Silence, endless space between beats, dotted half note that never ends, adagio "avec adage", but life jumps, it rattles, it stinks; the wise undertakers rub their hands.

My breath, suddenly gone behind, runs down my neck then my back, slips between my loins like a furious mountain torrent.

The two Old Women, like wheels in front of the Ashes, the two Old Knitting Needles of Grandmothers tirelessly sink into my eyes.

It's a Larsen.

[placentaeater999]

Im at the Zach Bryan concert in Los Angeles rn (hes one of my favorite artists atm and his music helped me get thru a really hard point in my life last year)

And

Theres so many white peoeple

With

With

Fake tans and cowboy hats and beer shirts

I feel like how the barbies mustve felt infiltrating the kendom land

Featuring my hat (im not attracted to women get it haha)

[shespurepoetry]

Sit with my mother and the dearly departed send a prayer down to the broken-hearted let ‘em know it all turns out just fine - Burn, Burn, Burn

[yooniesim]

[characteroulette]

So this was how it was going to end. Dante took a shaky breath, pressed his hands tightly over his ears, and closed his eyes. The fire refused to calm, even as he counted to three over and over. Him, his mother, his father. Damon, Niculaie, and him. Shadows, Inferno, Hell. It didn't help. He was alone, outside, and forgotten.

(...)

He was too emotional, too filled with hate and anger. He was dangerous and no one believed him. Damon was right about that. The fires could blaze and the spectres could win and still Dante would be worthless, worthless, worthless. When he opened his eyes, the snow around him had melted, leaving the same sort of circle his fires gave him in the game. A shadow stood across from him, just outside of this space. It grinned its stapled grin at him and in his haze of upset anger, he screamed, "Go on! Take it!" It didn't make a move. Instead, a different, familiar voice shouted, "Dante!"

-Fire and Wolf, Chapter 16

[cloudycleric]

i am so glad i dont have tiktok because if i did this blog would never hear the end of me going off about people's shit takes on stranger things & byler