[evolutionisms]

send me a ☮ for a graphic of your muse’s aesthetic; @princessevxnity

“The sun shines not on us but in us.”                            ― John Muir

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[evolutionisms]

send me a ☮ for a graphic of your muse’s aesthetic; @curieuxfolie

         “Nothing can dim the light which shines from within.”                                     ― Maya Angelou

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send me a ☮ for a graphic of your muse’s aesthetic; @placueris

“In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on. ”                                             ― Robert Frost

[evolutionisms]

send me a ☮ for a graphic of your muse’s aesthetic; @arweinydddoeth

“You have power over your mind - not outside events. Realize this, and you will find strength.”                           ― Marcus Aurelius

[evolutionisms]

send me a ☮ for a graphic of your muse’s aesthetic; @heartofbone

“Kindness is a magical spell performed by enlightened beings, meant to enchant hearts and lift weary souls that they might fly.”                                                           ― Richelle E. Goodrich

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antonin dolohov | send ☮ for a picspam relating to your muse.

“people say monsters don’t have nightmares, oh, but sweetheart, how do you think monsters are born?”

[evolutionisms]

send me a ☮ for a graphic of your muse’s aesthetic; @vengefulvance

“ “Well-behaved women seldom make history.”                          ― Laurel Thatcher Ulrich

[evolutionisms]

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“She was the kind of girl who was a chaos of contradictions from one second to the next, for her mind was never free. Sometimes bright like the sun, sometimes calm like the moon, sometimes stormy like the ocean, and sometimes all three.”                                                                     ― Nikita Gill

[evolutionisms]

send me a ☮ for a graphic of your muse’s aesthetic; @studmore

“Listen to the mustn'ts, child. Listen to the don'ts. Listen to the shouldn'ts, the impossibles, the won'ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me. Anything can happen, child. Anything can be.”                                                                      ― Shel Silverstein

[evolutionisms]

send me a ☮ for a graphic of your muse’s aesthetic; @deerlyjames​ 

“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”                                                                                                    ― Oscar Wilde

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[justineskye]

[evolutionisms]

                                 & the wound heals but the scar remains.               there is a headstone hidden under the shade of a yew tree in a               cemetery on the outskirts of moscow. the years etched into the               stone are wrong; not inaccurate but w r o n g. they are far too               close together, the boy buried underneath it having died far too                y o u n g.  [ here lies MIKHAIL DOLOHOV                                     beloved son and brother.                                                                       покойся с миром ]

                      it has been ten years since his death & still, the pain threatens to eat him                              alive. forgotten memories; thoughts laden with guilt & [ sᴏʀʀᴏᴡ ],                              & the sense of complete hopelessness that had once consumed                                            him have clawed their way back to the surface.

          calloused fingers wrap around the bottle of vodka & raise it to his lips,           draining its contents before allowing the bottle to slip through his fingers &            shatter against the cracked pavement underneath his feet. the shards of glass           at his feet mirroring his current state; full of broken thoughts he cannot repair.           the sound of dry, windblown leaves being crushed beneath feet pulls him out of           his reverie & antonin instinctively retracts his wand from his pocket & aims it at                   the broken glass, muttering a quick vanishing spell under his breath. 

                                ‘ & they shall come, like a thief in the night. ‘                  azure hues turn towards the figure, silently assessing the                   individual.        ‘        isn’t it past your bedtime? ‘

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