no one ever ‘sells’ the Devil their soul.
the moment you consider it; the moment that tempting thought courses through your m i n d——
he already owns you.
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Today's Document
noise dept.
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
occasionally subtle
Cosmic Funnies

Kiana Khansmith
Mike Driver
we're not kids anymore.

oozey mess
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
RMH
Monterey Bay Aquarium
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
NASA
Keni

Origami Around
d e v o n
todays bird
seen from Estonia
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@lilith-michaelis
no one ever ‘sells’ the Devil their soul.
the moment you consider it; the moment that tempting thought courses through your m i n d——
he already owns you.
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A roleplayer’s worst fear is slowly losing interest in their muse.
Their muse. Their precious gemstone, their roleplaying pride, the character they used to love beyond question, with no problem to portray and is more than happy to act as. They find themselves in a limbo of doubt if they should go on with roleplaying or if they should just accept that their current muse is no longer compatible with them.
That the person they had so much fun with is more and more becoming nothing but just another stranger, just a simple character.
Their replies get more and more forced, the more they try to piece a response together to keep their motivation going, the more they realize that it isn’t going to work out. The more they realize that they should just stop altogether and discard that muse, regardless of everything they went through, as partners.
Then they stop.
- They just stop.
- They drop the blog.
- They say goodbye to everyone.
Then they’re gone.
i’m friends with the ოօղʂէεɾ that’s under my bed get along with the νօἶƈεʂ inside of my head you’re trying to save me, STOP holding your breath && you тнιηк I’m ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ, yeah, you think I'm ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ
「黒執事」
Okay- Backhouse Mike ft. Elizabeth Gillies (full song)
From Toboso Yana Artworks 2
Haha scanned the chibis and changed my icon because I am predictable trash like that.
Did I mention that this design was made into straps in 2011?
Ask me something about my muse's childhood you've wanted to know.
oh yes !!! there will be a reckoning —-
people will die. places will burn.
and when it’s ALL OVER, we will watch over the f l a m e s, and there will be a feast !!! a feast with you — as the main course.
jade west + favorite season 3 outfits
It doesn’t matter how many relationships we seem to have. We’re all alone.
Kuroshitsuji Chapter 105