[bronzyglow]

this blog is a museum of my heart

[shaneseggs]

he has a face meant to be covered in bodily fluids

[greywo1f]

every day i think about deleting all my other social medias and hiding out on tumblr

[memories-of-ancients]

Bronze bracelets with gold ram's head terminals, Cyprus, 450-400 BC

from The British Museum

[achillesinhighheels]

[litpathechoes]

exploring the coast on a foggy day

[philosophyinateacup]

I arrive at the function, I alter the vibe, i leave

[dafancyuhinspiration]

[unusual-suspects]

x

[witch-breaker]

Carl Miranda's work from the epoch of girly photographs (mid-1950s to mid-1960s)

[madsrocketship]

Reuniting with your ex who is your wife’s neglected side piece while she chases after her actual girlfriend

[witchthewriter]

𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏 𝑫𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐱𝐞𝐬 𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑊𝑦𝑟𝑚

   Although not the most traditional-looking dragon, Caraxes’ appearance aided him in all confrontations. His red colouring and serpentine build struck fear into the hearts of all men who encountered him. Roughly half the size of Vhagar, he mirrors a worm or even a snake. This disturbed his opponents. 

   Over the years Caraxes accumulated a lot of knowledge about war and was able to attack opponents while also defending his rider. Caraxes only had two riders, Aemon and Daemon Targaryen. The two men had more differences than similarities, but what they did have in common was the fact that they were outsiders. 

   Like all dragon-riders, their bonded dragons mirrored themselves in one way or another. And so like his riders, Caraxes too was an outcast. He wasn’t liked by many people and especially other dragons. It is said that the only dragon who was fond of Caraxes was Syrax. 

   In the clutch of eggs, the dragon-trainers dubbed Caraxes the fiercest out of the bunch. He had a hot temperament, even for a dragon, and didn’t warm to many people. 

𝑔𝑖𝑓𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 @daenerys-stormborn

[myranatorr]

tumblr is really a museum of your soul & aura

[achillesinhighheels]

[little-flightlessbird]

[indy-indy-indy]

“My lover is a secret. He is my own personal confidant, as I am his. I hold his words deep in my throat, never to be repeated, and his touch soaks through my skin, settling in my veins, invisible, flowing down my body in a hushed whisper.”

[greywo1f]

mood