take me to church

i'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen the knife. [[ multichara oc blog ; please read the info ]] archived. go here.

[heqiwu]

garden city movement / move on

[bombsinyourbones]

My mother told me, Remember, your body is a temple, and I am still trying to work out what that means. Is a temple really a place where people go to throw stones; am I supposed to see so much of my own blood on the altar? If I am a wonder, I guess that explains all the men who came to rip everything good out of me, until I had only the halls and my loneliness. No one sings hymns here anymore, and I wonder: If my body is really a temple, and I am its god, is this how I am supposed to believe in me?

your body is a temple, wesley king (via bombsinyourbones)

[plizm-deactivated20150506]

“Family Circle” Danny Olda

[for-redheads]

Ines Rehberger ~ Leaked Dreams of Our Past

[mossybones]

[takoxuls]

I lost track of this week’s daily sketches due to holidays, so here are these two to make up for it.

[fyeahkikomizuhara]

[mpdrolet]

Azim Haidaryan

[carriefisher-blog1]

Sophie Turner in the new music video for Bastille - Oblivion

[buzzardlovesong]

North Carolina and Tennessee, January 2014.

[winterfellis]

Autumn light by Avard Woolaver on Flickr.

[mkikoxxx]

[kansassire]

Monica Vitti

(La Pacifista, 1970, Miklos Jancso)

[tvshows-screencaps]

[siriuslypadfewt]

[starredsoul]

We scream for absolution, for the holiness that was stolen from us when the weight of the world was dropped onto our shoulders, and we were told it was our fault, our fault, our fault. We crave blood; we want to rip out our throats and seep into the earth, the sea, the sky, to live inside this world, be a part of this eternity that cannot fit between the lungs and the stomach, in that gaping hole beneath our ribs. We claw for sacrifice, for burning down our cities, these broken, evil things covered in the dust of our own corruption, painted with the guts of our brothers, all in the name of peace. We want to be reborn in the fire of the old world as titans with spines, as gods with teeth. We, who have written our sins in the stars. We, who have dreamt the entire universe into being. We, who will live forever.

Emily Palermo, Prometheus.  (via starredsoul)

[bloodisboiling-blog]

as long as you’re helping us woeful souls towards god, it can’t be so bad.

our lord and savior, huh? i’ve never heard of it, unfortunately. not being from around these parts and all that, you know. anyway, i take it this town is where the holy prophet hangs out and the like, then?

[hickhorror]

[if orifiel weren't so taken with himself and his holiness, he might call that statement out as sarcastic.]

oh, i don't blame you. we haven't broadcast much these past few months, but that's alright. and, yes, that is where He lives--i do believe He founded the place. somebody like you would fit right in. [until idris began dismantling his free will, but that's whatever.]