epicene-street-light:

rly am a 21th century cyrano de bergerac tho 

– have been writing poetry who the girl they love for years without making any kind of move

– convinced they’re hideous monsters and dont deserve love

– will help their rival get the girl they love and manage their relationship

– want to be both a swordfighter and a writer

– wear capes

– probably gonna “fail their death like they failed their life” 

conclusion: cyrano is a butch icon

epicene-street-light:

epicene-street-light:

i only know one (1) way to flirt with girls and it consists of sending them poetry about death

pretty sure im doing this whole dating stuff the wrong way

update: two of my other flirting skills include lending her my copy of The Straight Mind & listen to her talking about the way her gf treats her (who sounds like a super unstable person and leaves her hanging & walking on eggshells…) while doing my best to help her………………………………………… 

i didnt think ovid could go worse than it already is but i just read with my two own eyes that “Orpheus teached the people of Thrace to transfer their love on male children and to pick the first flowers of the short spring of life that’s before youth” like hello????? HELLO?????????

epicene-street-light:

literally goes like “oh no orpheus is sad :(((( he stopped having sex with women :(((((( also teached paedophilia to people from his native land. here is a bucolic description of a hill.”