hellborn.

rpg stuff

[caeres]

          the monster's running wild inside of me                 i'm f a d e d

[iridiscentia]

your problematic faves.

[caeres]

« Porque son caos, son destrucción en forma y propósito. La furia de la naturaleza encarnada en un trío de fuerzas catastróficas que, eventualmente, terminarían haciendo lo que mejor saben: dañarse los unos a los otros. »

[caeres]

When she touches me I feel holy. (x)

delia rose / keaton graves

[caeres]

— cursed to forever wander through a lonely world

keaton graves / edmund potter

[iliacl]

for the modern prophets, abandoned and disowned. we were promised milk and honey, but our mouths are filled with blood

[ listen ] 

[caeres]

keaton reece graves

my chest aches with these words, that are carved into my ribs. words that i cannot form, but i was made this way, wasn’t i? made with chaos in my blood. and a war in my head. (x)

[caeres]

delia lorraine rose

attention, attention, this girl is a trap, she will smile, pretty, she will laugh, pretty, she will die, pretty. like a flower, just waiting to wilt, she’ll drown in her own sorrow. (x)

[caeres]

edmund ryo potter

Now, do not misunderstand me; when I call myself a shell I mean–a used up bullet casing. As in, the aftermath of something lethal. As in, an echo of inflicted evil. (x)

[caeres]

¡Buenas! Aquí una interesada en la búsqueda de "ella" del foro de TGG; ¿sigue libre? —B.

holaaaaa, gracias por el interés pero ‘ella’ ya ha sido tomada; sin embargo, aquí me tienen para cualquier otra trama que se les ocurra con el pequeño Potter ♡

[caeres]

lacrosse dirtbags + text posts

[patrcilles-blog]

elysian textposts pt. 2 

[caeres]

nighthawks: football vs. lacrosse

[caeres]

cuando me da el hype por algo: *72617363 gráficos por hora*

[caeres]

the boys of the nighthawks lacrosse team: harvey knox (striker) scott willoughby (goalkeeper) joe foster (striker) ed carter (midfielder) mathías hayes (striker, formerly)

[whatisajanis]

When you talk to me

[caeres]

oh, how i fear, my dear. that my lungs must belong to wanderlust, for they are no foreigner to the wish. to travel from the dust of flesh and bone, and to discover freedom so very far from home. (x)

moodboard: scott b. willoughby lacrosse goalie, royals.