THE DARK PRINCE ⁽ ʰᶤᵃᵗᵘˢ ⁾ @borgiastained-blog - Tumblr Blog

well. cesare’s been added onto my multi - muse blog for anyone who’s still here ???

#it's been 84 years.#but i'm over there !#gonna keep this blog just in casies #dlt.

malevolents-blog1

well, my laptop has officially shit itself, so this and all of my accounts are on a hiatus until i find a replacement!

#dlt.#haha fml

sendameme

BOLD all that applies to your muse!

borgiastained-blog

#❪ we never forgive ❜ // headcanon ❫#q.

voiceofnature

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voiceofnature:

Photography by Robin Halioua

#❪ the age of renewal. ❜ // scenery ❫#q.

cameronbaum

#❪ i was born with a stain; a mark. ❜ // cesare ❫#❪ you no longer walk on air. ❜ // lucrezia ❫#q.#incest tw

malevolents-blog1

i’m calm, i know the secret. i know what’s coming and i know no one can stop me, including myself. i kill people i like. some of them beg for their life. i don’t feel sad, i don’t feel anything. it’s a filthy world we live in. it’s a filthy goddamn helpless world. and honestly ? i feel like i’m helping to take them away from the shit and the piss and the vomit that run in the streets. i’m helping to take them somewhere clean, and kind. DO YOU THINK I’M CRAZY ?

#❪ foolish propaganda. ❜ // promo ❫#q.

killingyves

#❪ i was born with a stain; a mark. ❜ // cesare ❫#❪ you no longer walk on air. ❜ // lucrezia ❫#q.

myfriendscallmegoose

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on that sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Dylan Thomas (via me-myself-and-that-guy)

#❪ this world is what we make of it. ❜ // musing ❫#q.

killingyves

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troybarncs:

shows that shouldn’t have been cancelled ♢ the borgias

“I was born with a stain. A mark. Like the mark of Cain, but it is the mark of my father, my family. The mark of Borgia. I have tried to be other than I am. And I have failed. And If I have failed you in the process, I am truly sorry.”

#❪ you no longer walk on air. ❜ // lucrezia ❫#❪ give her a legendary death. ❜ // caterina ❫#q.

chartedstars-a-blog

I’VE GOT SOME PLANS… TO MAKE PEOPLE SEE ME A LITTLE DIFFERENT.

#❪ foolish propaganda. ❜ // promo ❫#q.

fightersuggestion:

if i die, i die on my own terms

#❪ this world is what we make of it. ❜ // musing ❫#q.

meeresstille

#❪ you bulletproof and black like a funeral. ❜ // aesthetic ❫#q.#blood tw

capgal-deactivated20190912

His is not a blessed name. There is blood in his footsteps; There are ghosts in his breath. His scars chart no constellations; His voice speaks no prayers. His fingers hold guns, not caresses; His lips form screams, not kisses. But I feel sunlight in the warmth of his skin and trace mountains in the peaks of his spine. His lungs breathe my name with his winter; His bones carry my touch with his sins. And I find peace in his war. I find home in his exile. This is not a sacred love.

keep your angels and your heaven; I love a damned boy, and he loves me (j.p.)

#❪ this world is what we make of it. ❜ // musing ❫#q.