You're Always Getting Statues Made, Himmel. Because I Want Everyone To Remember Us. Unlike You We Don't

love when creatures sniff your hand and are like. ah understood

 Forever by Alekseev is probably one of the most painful songs I have ever heard. The dramatic and intense music that manages to be nostalgic, heartbreaking and soothing all at the same time, his voice that changes through the song and expresses so much, the lyrics. 

Let's analyse the lyrics just for a moment.

It must be something that we call love Wherever I go, I'm coming back And time cannot knock me off my track This resolution is final

PLEASE. I don't know about you but I can feel the pain etched in this beautiful declaration of love. It feels like, I will always come back and never forget you no matter what I do, I can’t escape from you. and the way he says "something that we call love" MMMM. Like, I have no idea what this feeling is but it must be love.

But there's more.

It must be something that we call love It's when you're craving to say her name And my reality seems to break Apart with her arrival

Like, guys. If this isn't the declaration of self-destructive love I don't know what it is. Her presence alone is enough to make him doubt everything he knows, it brings him into a whole knew reality molded by her. Also, the use of the verb “crave” says everything by itself: utter desperation and need.

Let’s go on, we’re in for the whole ride.

No need to worry, rain falling down It's our happiest story and there's no one around We will go for it and I know you'll be mine forever

The first line. Sang with this soft voice, it gives me a sense of resignation that is shown with the representation of rain. I feel like he’s saying don’t worry, just accept it, you can’t change this like you can’t stop the rain. “It’s our happiest story” oh my god. It can’t go better than this, it’s the best we’re gonna get. Resignation again, resignation everywhere. And we will go for it, you’ll be mine forever. Is he talking about death? For me, he is.

Windows wide open, flying so high Both of us roaming through a magnificent sky Rain keeps on falling and I know you'll be mine forever

There’s freedom in the acceptance of one’s destiny. That’s all I have to say about these lyrics.

It must be something that we call dream When all you told me, I know by heart The type of beauty I call supreme And how it's driving me crazy

This knocked me off my feet. This is the turning point of the song. He introduces a crucial word: dream. An idealized love surrounded by the madness its intensity arouses, a morbid need that suffocates reason. Again, the absolute idealization of her beauty and the terrific awe it inspires in the last two lyrics.

And we’re down to our last lyrics.

You'll always sing me something new I will always follow When I first saw you here I knew That I was blind before you

AND THIS LADIES AND GENTLEMEN AND ENBIE COLONELS IS THE ULTIMATE DECLARATION OF LOVE. I mean, singing has always been an act of love for me, a storyteller who comforts you at night with a soft voice and tales of forgotten lands. He seems a lost child who has found his sweet north star. And that last fucking line. I die. It represents such a worship that could and will redesign his entire world, such a worship that makes of her the only truth.

If you have read so far thank you for enduring me and sorry for the pain. Forewarned is forearmed. :’)

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love the word "methinks". like lol. yeah. me sure is thinksing.

Happy Pride Month to everyone who gets this joke, laughed at it, or isn’t a homophobic or transphobic etc asshole.

Happy Pride Everyone.

Stay Gay.

When you don't get invited :(

Odysseus killing Patroclus to frame Hector in the royal shakespeare company's "Troilus and Cressida"

If Will dies first, it is obvious Hannibal would cannibalize Will’s flesh. Hannibal mourned Mischa by eating her, and he would do the same for Will; to consume and eat and incorporate is part of grieving. But what would Hannibal do with Will’s bones? He’d eat the marrow, maybe make soup from them, but what of the calcified parts that remain, the parts that can’t be eaten?

I don’t really see him just keeping them around or displaying them, something stagnant and to be ogled. Burying them in the family plot in Lithuania makes sense because Will is family, but it also requires Hannibal to go back to a place he can’t go. Hannibal could cremate the bones, but then what? Spreading the ashes doesn’t seem like something he would do; he can’t know what happens to them. Keeping Will in an urn on his desk or a shelf also feels out of character, a memory collecting dust.

What if Hannibal had Will’s ashes pressed into pencil lead? There are ways to compress ashes into something that could be written with or drawn. What if Hannibal draws Will with his own ashes, commemorating him in a completed cycle. Sketching the man with his own remains. Remembering Will as he saw him, recreating moments they shared from Hannibal’s mind palace. Having Will live forever in depictions of himself. Hannibal would never be truly left behind. And Hannibal would sharpen the pencils as he always had; he isn’t unfamiliar with taking a blade to Will. Shaving off a layer but keeping him sharp.

Displaying and keeping art made from Will’s ashes would mean so much more than a reconstructed skeleton or an urn on a shelf or a plot that would become overgrown with weeds. He could draw Will in motion, alive, as he wished to remember him, and create moments and memories they didn’t get to experience together.

we diagnose you with a creeping sense of alienation forever. incurable