true beauty is not of the body or of the face, no , it is a thing of the soul : of FIRE & AIR , BREATH & SPIRIT . something brave & unafraid . / ind. multi - muse by sam .

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true beauty is not of the body or of the face, no , it is a thing of the soul : of FIRE & AIR , BREATH & SPIRIT . something brave & unafraid . / ind. multi - muse by sam .
im moving elia to my multi temporarily
drafts are getting done tonight, but idk if it’ll be here or my multi.
true beauty is not of the body or of the face, no , it is a thing of the soul : of FIRE & AIR , BREATH & SPIRIT . something brave & unafraid . / ind. multi - muse by sam .
true beauty is not of the body or of the face, no , it is a thing of the soul : of FIRE & AIR , BREATH & SPIRIT . something brave & unafraid . / ind. multi - muse by sam .
true beauty is not of the body or of the face, no , it is a thing of the soul : of FIRE & AIR , BREATH & SPIRIT . something brave & unafraid . / ind. multi - muse by sam .
please reblog if you love oc’s / fully support your oc rp partners
idk why y’all arent sending me memes
what if i ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, made a multi muse
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bravery fought with dismal mien — under scrutiny, spencer attempts a smile to sheathe the turbulence within, sentiments unshared with most. gilded hues seize the untidy AIDEN inked onto alexandria’s wall & it’s a finality, when penmanship dries, aiden’s lifespan reduces to a lost corpse & 5 capital letters. —- other than one minimal reminder, aiden was gone —- just like that. spencer exhales an extravagant sigh, judgement of scruffy lettering clouded by the yearn for a life stolen. ❛ it seems unnatural, for your little brother to die before you do. one time, when we were in our 20s, we had an argument so bad, we went 2 years without saying a word to each other. but i never thought i’d truly be without him. i’d do anything to get those years back, tell him what an ass i’d been, just to see him walk through those gates. ❜ spencer doesn’t recognise the sound that vocalises thoughts, doesn’t perceive them until silence prevails once more, & he feels vulnerability at words shed. ❛ sorry —- you don’t want to hear all that stuff. ❜
@doerns.
pain demands to be felt. eyes scan each letter of the name marked on the wall . a - i - d - e - n. he must have had a story of his own , ended too soon . it reminds her of oberyn foolhardiness combined with overwhelming recklessness . he must have earned a place on some wall as well . [ hope evades you . what kind of a sister envisions her brother’s death so surely ? ] a voice disturbs her train of thoughts ; she’s thankful .
she dismisses his apology without putting it into words , arms crossed over chest but she cannot seem to take her eyes off the name . ❝ I’m sure he knew how much you cared about him. I had a little brother, too have. ❞ and there it is , the crippling guilt / self loathing for assuming the worst . the new world defeated the wide - eyed optimists and elia hadn’t been spared . gaze suddenly shifts to the ground , resting from the previously borne strain . ❝ what was he like ? aiden ? ❞
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oh my god tum.blr really doesn't want me to spend time here hUH
im following (f)twd blogs at the speed of lightning
i just had coffee and my elia muse is kicking in.......... it’s over for y’all
idk why y’all arent sending me memes
“She didn’t sob or wail. Her grief was horribly discreet but as persistent and almost as silent as bleeding from an unstitched wound.”
— Notes from an exhibition by Patrick Gale, page 36. (via maybesorrowismygain)