prophecy

&& — ❝ darling dear, what have you done? your hands & face are smeared with B L O O D ❞

[drinkt0forget-deactivated202303]

I do not look exactly like my father, but open me up and you will notice without a second look that his blood runs inside of me.

I act just like my father and I hate it  (via badlandswrites)

[likeanewday]

[dvoyd]

(HOW DID YOU SURVIVE?) they ask. how much did they have you bleed; how long did they make you suffer; how low did they force you down; how dark did they tint your dreams?      —until you had their blood glistening on your teeth;      —until your suffering paled in comparison to their own;      —until it was their throats pinned under your boot;      —until you learned to enjoy the sounds of screams.                                                           (I DIDN’T.) you reply.

to defeat monsters: become the greater monster | m.a.w (via dvoyd)

[neverlandswriter]

do you know what it means to be alive? to be whole? to feel like for once, there is enough? do you know what it means to be alive? to be able to feel even without anything? to not fight just because you have to? do you know what it means to be alive? to know that you’re not drowning? to let go of the emptiness? i want to know what it feels like to be alive.

teach me how to feel alive // k.s.  (via bcllahadids)

[drowsydrunk]

You’d always thought you were made of tragedy Smile made for war, tongue made to bite Nightmares kept chasing - where was the light? Dreamer - have you forgotten how to run? _ You’d always thought you were cursed Everything you touched would burn burn burn Lilies still kept growing behind your back Dreamer - how can someone destroy all he got? _ You’d always thought you were made of blood His hands were weapons against your heart Dreams kept torturing - you didnt want the lie Dreamer - can you let your biggest desire die? -

maybe you were just made for love? (via blackthorny)

[pencap]

my dear, you were born     with charcoal on your fingers     and paint stains on your bones you were made to shine     with summer in your eyes     and daybreak in your blood ah, but my dear the world is not kind to starlit boys the world does not know what to do with sunshine and charcoal and martyrs except to burn                  and burn                          and burn and oh, how you burned now, my dear, your fingers are black with gunpower smoke and your bones are stained with blood your eyes, they are blue with ice and misery and your blood, it pulses with bursting grenades but at least the world got its legend, didn’t it?

nothing burns brighter than a hero in flames ( j.p. )

[dvoyd]

Lord help anyone who stands in my way; for I am not merciful, and I am not kind, and I am not afraid to make you wish that I was.

say your prayers now | m.a.w (via dvoyd)

[jtsgkdfajgsknsgkdgkr-deactivate]

Child of Hades, why the sad face? Don’t you know there is beauty in melancholy? Child of Hades, why the fearful gaze? Don’t you know there is bliss in death? Children of Hades, why the furious souls? Don’t you know there is peace in absolution?

an ode to hades & his children, a.m. (via czernsky)

[brookheimers]

[elizatitsgillies]

[moooooonmooooooon11]

[renisons-archive-blog]

the beach // the neighbourhood

[sometypeofblog]

I’ll swallow my blood before I swallow my pride.

Al Capone (via sometypeofblog)

[sundaevintage]

[musingisms]

                       he can’t outrun the sentiments that poison his body.                                they make him sick, vulnerable, w e a k.                                             they rot him inside-out.

                                                              ( && ) 

                          how do you heal from such internal damage?                                         in reality, he knows he can’t.                           ——— but there’s no way he’ll be eaten alive by                                                  his own conscience.

                                         he resorts to drugs, to alcohol.                                 to the numbness it gives him no matter                                                     how temporary. 

[musingisms]

                                                               i was built for 

                                               DESTRUCTION

                                                               & now you’re  

                                                  IN MY WAY.

[re-ika]

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