For The Redeemed

indie rp for simon monroe of in the flesh

[fox-teeth]

The Mountain Goats — Isaiah 45:23

And I won’t get better but someday I’ll be free 'Cause I am not this body that imprisons me

[undeadanddoeeyed]

dearestdisciple answered your question:I couldn’t quite decide what I wanted my icon on…

I can’t say much for art blogs, but you really should be following the Undead Prophet, as well as any blogs associated with the ULA.

Yeah, I’d rather not, thanks. My blog’s a safe space, you know? I’d like to try to avoid any potentially volatile subject matter if I can. 

[dearestdisciple-blog]

Potentially volatile subject matter? You do realise that this concerns you just as much as any of the Redeemed - action or no action, you are still an important part of this movement. Would you not rather act than let things just happen to you? "Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking," Kieren.

[nalle]

[thebrokenkieren]

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"I..u-um thank you, Si-Simon."

[dearestdisciple-blog]

"There's no need to thank me for pointing out what's true, Kieren."

[dearestdisciple-blog]

Tracing the dry, wrinkled pages of his old journal, Simon couldn't help but smile slightly. The corners were bent from days spent writing amateur song lyrics and ranting about geopolitical problems that seemed so small now. Everything seemed small now, really. After the Rising, after what he went through -- there was very little that shook him to his core like things used to. He skimmed the pages, eyes catching on select words and phrases every now and again, the familiarity of them ringing in his head like memories from a past life. In a way, it was more like deja vu -- like his life was wrapping around to form a giant circle of “objective events” that had happened to some close friend, rather than himself. Closing the book, Simon sighed as he brushed his fingertips over the overlapping band stickers peppering the front of the moleskin in varying shades of grey, purple, and red. Perhaps he had not moved on as much as he had thought.

[holmeswatsoned]

I don’t know how these cuts heal But in you I’ve found a rhyme.

[howlingcmmando]

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