My heart is nothing but scar tissue.
Macarena Sambade, from “Vertigo” (via acridheart)

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My heart is nothing but scar tissue.
Macarena Sambade, from “Vertigo” (via acridheart)
Styx → Goddess of the underworld River Styx, one of the Titan generation of Okeanides. Styx was also the personified Daimon of hatred. Described as a daughter of Oceanus and Tethys and as a nymph, Styx dwelt at the entrance of Hades, in a lofty grotto which was supported by silver columns. The River Styx was also a corrosive Arkadian stream, which allegedly flowed forth from the underworld. (x)
Support muses of color.
Stop ignoring them for white muses.
Dismantle whitewashed/ faceclaims.
End the idea that a muse can’t ship with a non-white muse because the muse ‘isn’t into ___ people.”
Destroy labeling roleplayers of female muses of color as ‘they only care about shipping/smut’ because they like to write romantic threads.
Avoid racist stereotypes in writing.
Stop being overcritical of non-white muses that have the same flaws as white muses.
STOP. MISTREATING. MUSES. OF. COLOR.
credit –> godcoded !
“——–& NOTHING PROVIDES DATA LIKE VIOLENCE. ”
she is the SUN. all beasts BOW to the SUN.
‘ kill ‘em with your endless wrath —- make them be afraid of you ! ’
And it was then that Nyarlathotep came out of Egypt. Who he was, none could tell, but he was of the old native blood and looked like a Pharaoh. The fellahin knelt when they saw him, yet could not say why. He said he had risen up out of the blackness of twenty-seven centuries, and that he had heard messages from places not on this planet. Into the lands of civilisation came Nyarlathotep, swarthy, slender, and sinister, always buying strange instruments of glass and metal and combining them into instruments yet stranger. He spoke much of the sciences – of electricity and psychology –and gave exhibitions of power which sent his spectators away speechless, yet which swelled his fame to exceeding magnitude. Men advised one another to see Nyarlathotep, and shuddered. And where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished; for the small hours were rent with the screams of a nightmare. // EST. January 16th 2017. Penned by Milla
i just want............ the new roadhog skin..................
Send me a “ 📚 “ for my muse to speak another language to your muse.
aesthetic | beloved queen of the stars A B E L O T H
M o m gimme attention mom
touches her cheek. ❝ binch pls. ❞
work has been kicking my ass lmao
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I have come to talk with you again.
❝ whisper to me your hopes and dreams, twi’lek, && i will make them come true. ❞