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Soraka | Cannon Divergent | Indie.

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who’s still on tumblr?

reblog if you plan on remaining active.

just wanna see if the number’s still huge! ☆

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my soraka muse, as soon as I finish this blog: bye you broke ass bitch 👋

This is suffering and I apologize.

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[splattermemes-deactivated202007]

lazy roleplayer symbol meme

Send in a symbol and I’ll:

@ : reply to one of your open starters

?? : write you a starter

+ : go through the memes you’ve reblogged and send one in

!!! : write a headcanon about our muses

% : write a drabble about our muses

$$$ : go through your wishlist tag and write a starter based on one of the posts

♬ : write a starter based on your blog music

… : write a headcanon based on one of the aus in your verse page

^^ : go through your muse’s aesthetic tag and write a starter based on one of the posts

# : write a headcanon based on one of your side muses / npcs

[web1995]

From Wagner’s Parsifal, Act one, Scene one. This English translation and commentary are copyright © 2001-2018 by Derrick Everett. 

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Roberto Ferri -  Prigione di Lacrime 

[celestialwoven-blog]

FFXIV has actually eaten up my life, I’m sorry for not being on.. like at all .

whoops

[web1995]

[c0llar-bones]

Gian Lorenzo Bernini The Ecstasy of Saint Therese , Cappella Cornaro, Santa Maria della Vittoria, Rome.

[celestialwoven-blog]

Is poro! Is snuggly. Is adorable ram creature! Is fairly certain she must be a poro, because she has a horn like poro! Is maybe half poro? Possibly. Poro not know. Snuggles anyway.

            She did not know what this small being was, only that she immediately possessed an immense love for it. Gently, Soraka raised the fluff ball to her face and planted a small kiss to its head.

               “Precious. I will keep you safe, whatever you are.”

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[tyrantsuggestion]

The ichor which pours from my wounds will one day be your undoing

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Sky details in Ivan Aivazovsky’s paintings

[celestialwoven-blog]

                                  You call to the stars,

                                                              but do they hear you ?

                                                                                                    Divergent. Indie. Selective.

                                                                          temp x

[anangelfalls]

hir·aeth

/‘hir,āeth/

noun a homesickness for a home you can not return to or a home that never was.

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Magnificat from Te Deum || Arvo Pärt