here, war trembled.

tell me, how does it feel with my teeth in your heart? | asriel, he/him, 25+. icon credit: scblue6 (cms)

[bloodyopvs]

Some previews from Saturday's KMC photoshoot + bloopers (& a dash of Princelog content)! Photographed by my friend(s).

Confessarius: avicebron_cosu (IG)

Theresis: Mr Gotcha (yt)

Logos: chie_artchie (IG)

Makeup (Sanguinarch): npanda_ (IG)

[literaryvein]

L. V., writing as you sleep

[literaryvein]

L. V., excerpts from the afterword

[literaryvein]

[bloodyopvs]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/76137351

A BloodNight fanfiction, rated M for implied character death & smut. Mafia AU, childhood friends to lovers, sequel to Like Children Again. Full trope list & warnings on tags.

For those who can forgive anything.

[arthoesunshine]

i like to pretend i already died and asked god to send me back to earth so i can swim in lakes again and see mountains and get my heart broken and love my friends and cry so hard in the bathroom and go grocery shopping 1,000 more times. and that i promised i would never forget the miracle of being here

[arthoesunshine]

— our town, thornton wilder

[nixscriptum]

[nixscriptum]

less of a poem, more of a reminder. ( ఌ )

[luminote]

I remember it all and it makes me want to die.

[mylulutolulu]

ルシアン

[petaltexturedskies]

Anna de Noailles, from "A Heart Made of Moss" in Poems

[bloodyopvs]

Sorry for anyone following this blog expecting a certain type of content. Sike. It's actually just another platform for me to yearn (for my girlfriend).

[existential-celestial]

“Love bestows innocence. It has nothing to forgive. The person loved is not the same as the person seen crossing the street or washing her face. Nor exactly the same as the person living his (or her) own life and experience, for he (or she) cannot remain innocent. Who then is the person loved? A mystery, whose identity is confirmed by nobody except the lover. How well Dostoevsky saw this. Love is solitary even though it joins. The person loved is the being who continues when the person’s own actions and egocentricity have been dissolved. Love recognises a person before the act and the same person after it. It invests this person with a value which is untranslatable into virtue.”

— John Berger, from “Between Two Colmars,” in About Looking (1980).

[feral-ballad]

Tishani Doshi, from Everything Begins Elsewhere; “Lines to a Lover from a Previous Century”

[theoptia]

Ramón López Velarde, from Song of the Heart: Selected Poems; “Dream of the Black Gloves”

Text ID: My flesh [yearns] for your perfection, / for your bones to rest upon my own;

[nixscriptum]

[feral-ballad]

Tishani Doshi, from A God at the Door; “This May Reach You Either as a Bird or Flower”

[theoptia]

To be lost and to be found, that is the lifespan of love.