ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ

ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴀᴘᴇ ᴏғ ᴄᴏɴsᴇǫᴜᴇɴᴄᴇ

[hiddenpull]

he comes at turning points- where everything still looks ordinary, and nothing is. like a line of verse snapping mid-meaning, like breath caught before it becomes confession. not loud, not merciful; not cruel in any simple way- just already there, as if reality adjusted around him before it remembered to explain why. ❝ tell me… what have you been starving on purpose? ❞

he is named what he is needed to be in order to be survived- Angel, Devil, Omen, Mistake- less description than defense, less truth than something to hold onto when certainty won’t hold. none of it fits. it never does. but all of it sticks anyway. CAEL ROWAN. late twenties- if time even applies cleanly where he exists. he shows up like weather that thinks. NY at 3;13 a.m., neon splitting into rain, London where every reflection looks borrowed, Berlin where history doesn’t leave— it watches. nothing announces him, the air just changes its mind. not arrival, interference. he doesn’t stay, he doesn’t settle; he passes through thresholds— half-open doors, empty platforms, dim corridors- places that feel briefly inhabited by something that refuses to be seen clearly. he doesn’t ask questions for answers. he asks questions that expose what you’ve been avoiding. and whatever answers come… arrive after he’s already gone. be careful, some doors don’t close- they remember you. ( independent oc. plotting + aus welcome. 21+ only. english preferred. )

[de-morte]

There he stands, with eyes that locked upon the hellfire that forged his sinew and soul. For only now — the inferno that created him — trembles at its own design.

Channing M// Vault of My Books

[offcampusdaily]

"One's my max the night before a game."

[cilao0]

[antigonick]

“In one sense I was my war; my war was I; without it I should do nothing and be nothing.”

— Vera Brittain, Testament of Youth

[joenateuser]

BELMONT CAMELI via Reebok

[thoughtcascades]

out here acting tough but i’d fold for the right hands

[cursedbr1de]

*his hands

[hiddenpull]

exactly

[shisasan]

“But this dark is deep: now I warm you with my blood, listen to this flesh. It is far truer than poems.”

Marina Tsvetaeva, "Poems of the End"

[intopermanence]

And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep.

Kurt Vonnegut, from “Slaughterhouse-Five”

[aestheticbeautifulblog]

[longseasons]

Hey, hey, breathe... Look at me.... This is all your fault, okay?

[de-morte]

“My hands have dripped of blood, yet they are the only ones I trust completely.”

— Channing M Vault of My Books

[hiddenpull]

„Well?“ is kinda provocative and I rrrreeeaaaalllyyyy like it. Maybe there‘s even more to like about you. Consider me intrigued. For, like… well, for quite some time now. More than intrigued.

more than intrigued, huh? now that's the part I'm interested in.

... how much more are we talking?

[lilaccloudss05]

I’m more of the “brown eyes guys” team

[strapbunny]

that super hot femme with weird interests can change your life btw

[ttnn77]

DESTROYING YOURSELF ALL BY YOURSELF? HANDSOME?

[hiddenpull]

♚ — Does your muse believe in objective right and wrong? Why do they hold this view?

BTW. You once told me actions have consequences.. the consequences have since arrived. I suspect these two subjects may be connected. Hehe. I refuse to elaborate!!!

disliking this message on several levels. especially your “hehe”