from butterflies to blood.

private octavia blake writing blog, heavy canon divergence, handcrafted by kazi.

[atvalkyier]

okteivi is now @ valkyier

as i mentioned before, i was only planning on keeping plotted threads so all plotted threads have been moved and now i just gotta unfollow people here and refollow them on the new blog : ))

[grffins-a-blog]

“I feel as though - now that he’s touched me - I am no longer my own as if with every caress and kiss he’s claimed my body as his.”

— letters to pluto #32 - a. CLAW (via merflk)

[grffins-a-blog]

“I’ll never forget the first time I saw you.”

— (via love-diaries)

[vaiel]

[azhefa-moved]

“We like to be out in nature so much because it has no opinion about us.”

— Friedrich Nietzsche, Human, All Too Human (via wordsnquotes)

[thequotejournals]

You make me want to live… Not survive; not exist. Live.

Sarah J. Maas, Queen of Shadows (via wordsnquotes)

[shareaquote]

Of course I look angry all the time. My entire life I’ve been fighting a war. I am soaked in pain and sadness. The irony however, is that I’m not actually angry, I’m trying to learn how to be happy. And that in itself is a war…

thedemonkings  // The War (via shareaquote)

[wolha]

Favorite Characters: [2/?] Octavia Blake (The 100)

[cherrysnwine]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Guilt lingers like the smell of death and nothing can free me from this cloud of blood.

Sarah Kane, from Sarah Kane: Complete Plays; “Crave,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[changemeback]

“Was it harder to die, or harder to be the one who survived?”

— Ruta Sepetys, Between Shades of Gray (via wordsnquotes)

[ladiesansastark]

Octavia Blake in 2.14, Bodyguard of Lies

[the-book-diaries]

Pain had a way of breaking time down. I thought about the next minute, the next hour. There wasn’t enough space in my mind to put all those pieces together, to find words to summarize the whole of it. But the ‘keep going’ part, I knew the words for. ‘Find another reason to go on,’ I said. ‘It doesn’t have to be a good one, or a noble one. It just has to be a reason.’

Veronica Roth, Carve the Mark (via the-book-diaries)

[anemonevonbaron-blog]

[tagtraumerin]

[darlinggod]

hold my hand and tell me that you don’t see the dried blood between my fingernails. look into my eyes and tell me that you see life in them; thrumming and thriving and throbbing. kiss me and don’t tell me that i taste like poison and something worse. love me and tell me that i’m good for you.

lie a little better (take a break, atlas #12)

[sad-plath]

Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle Everything I do is stitched with its colour.

W.S. Merwin (via sad-plath)