l u n a r s c o r n .

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❛ no   --   ❜   she breathes in the calm after the storm ; her body quickly filling with all the dark matter it could gather to sate her demons. it is wielded to stifle herself as she hovers over the limb, frail body before them, and recognizes that face. knowing it almost as well as she knows the features of her new-mother, her godly heritage. without this, she would never be able to bear their slaughter on her shoulders. would cease having strength to carry on, lonely as it were. the exile plucks her khopesh from the body, and simply reminds herself to breathe as she crouches to collect its teeth.   ❛ you were right to bring him here. he needs to be burned with the others before dawn comes. will you help me? ❜ @bxhl

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I don’t know what this is and I have no explanation.

Man, I love Diana, but I don’t own her yet in my champion pool ;A;….

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[endless-unfolding]

What use is moonlight? I reach into it, fingers open, and my hand is silvered and blessed, and comes back to me holding nothing.

Margaret Atwood, from “Sumacs,” in Interlunar (via a-pair-of-ragged-claws)

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The universe is in your bones, the stars in your soul.

Love And Space Dust (via story-dj)

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❝ all extremes of feeling are allied with madness. ❞

virginia woolf | accepting

her bones are weary ; exhaustion seeping through marrow ‘til it curdles and rots within. her fists constrict and release over and over, but there is tiresomeness evident even in her digits. the entirety of the exile’s body seems to crumble where she sits, listening to the lulling way he so eloquently relays her emotions like a mirror. perhaps he were right, after all. perhaps the more anger that wrought itself through her as though she were merely a conductor for it, the deeper down rabbit holes she would go. the more that anguish and bitterness coated her mouth, turned to venom in her body, the worse she would become. this, with blood staining her armor and teeth hung like a necklace around her neck, was not the first time she had lost herself to wrath’s sake.

❛ i want it gutted from me. ❜   admittance is prideful. as though no part of her reveled in her loss of judgement, when the lapses made slaughter easier. it dullened the good nature she was born with. it squandered her ability to friends across the features of the rakkor or the solari, who were innocent in her abuse. it gave a muzzle to their cries as she tore their tongues from their mouths ; that they might never return to their cults quite the same.   ❛ rid me of this. how do i set this agony free? ❜

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virginia woolf  |  an askbox meme.

❝ you cannot find peace by avoiding life. ❞

❝ if you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people.  ❞

❝ when you consider things like the stars, our affairs don’t seem to matter very much, do they?  ❞

❝ growing up is losing some illusions, in order to acquire others.  ❞

❝ consume me.  ❞

❝ do you really love me? much? passionately not reasonably?  ❞

❝ yes, i am glad you miss me, even if it is ‘damned unpleasant’.  ❞

❝ i wish i didn’t love you so much. no, i don’t though; that’s not true. I am glad i do. i don’t know what to say to you except that it tore the heart out of my body saying goodbye to you.  ❞

❝ i am rooted, but i flow  ❞

❝ all extremes of feeling are allied with madness.  ❞

❝ i feel certain that i am going mad again  ❞

❝ what I want to say is i owe all the happiness of my life to you. you have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. i want to say that – everybody knows it.  ❞

❝ if anybody could have saved me it would have been you.  ❞

❝ what does the brain matter compared with the heart?  ❞

❝ i worship you ❞

❝ to love makes one solitary.  ❞

❝ i have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.  ❞

❝ for this moment, this one moment, we are together  ❞

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There was a reason that she was so romantic about  the moon. It never asked her questions or begged for the answer nor did she ever have to prove herself to it. It was just there -  breathing, shining, and in ways most humans can’t understand: listening.

Christopher Poindexter (via fatimanaseem)

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Fuck anyone who says I have to forgive everyone, “for my sake.” I worked hard for this anger. I worked hard to love myself enough to hate them.