P A R I A H

[rarararambles]

I remember wishing I could be boiled like water and made pure again.

Jeffrey McDaniel (via tree212)

[skyrimsanctuary]

[skyrim365]

Skyrim 365 - Day 292 - 10/20/15

Originally posted by @skyrimsanctuary

[markerbcy-blog]

There is no God, because I cut him out.  I took some scissors to my chest, I carved every last part of him OUT of my heart. I felt nothing as I tore out that RADIANCE; I have no need for a god – I am my own deity. I dug my own claws into my chest and I threw back my head and howled.  There is no God.  I tore him out. I dug my nails into him and screamed.

THEY CALLED ME A SINNER; I HAVE NO NEED FOR SAINTHOOD.                                                                                    I AM A GOD.

[lobo-de-luna-deactivated2018082]

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[likeafieldmouse-deactivated2015]

I’ve got death inside me. It’s just a question of whether or not I can outlive it.

Don DeLillo, White Noise (via heromaterial)

[jessedraxler]

[deathwaking-a-deactivated202302]

ahh oh man this is long overdue but gosh!! i honestly never expected to stick around on this blog longer than a week, or that people would actually be interested in interacting with me, but here we are almost two months later && there are a bunch of u cuties. here’s a lil list of people i adore writing with or simply seeing on my dash; i’ve probably forgotten a lot of ppl because i’m a big dumb, so i apologize in advance. but i love you all very very much regardless. smooches you!! ©

@abbaton / @bloodtouched && @adeloes && @audltore && @bruisedhero && @capedlegend && @chamberburied && @crespur && @criimescened && @dehrti && @devilout && @flameskinned && @foolhard && @guyparts && @harvalle / @elsasncw  &&  @herteles / @pcriah / @siihas && @hraustr && @hungsovereign / @zifection / @howlstinct && @iindiscriminate && @insurrects / @unsupernal / @vvolfbat && @josiewosiie && @killianns && @luckforetold && @makersblade / @skullstave / @violentae && @maskfather && @mastereddeath && @ncvasix / @praesaga / @savioxr && @northernis && @ofoath && @ofwalks / @wctchmaker && @ponyvorus && @prodigiouskills && @scettcio && @scientiiae && @secondbcrn && @seduceddeath && @shothand / @trubbels && @silverdescent && @skerholur / @unerwunschte && @slytherrus && @soldatzimy && @svikinnar && @thornxs && @veilled && @vitiiosum && @whiskeybcnt / @wolffinc && @wrachh

[wnq-writers]

If flowers can handle the rain, so can I.

hijabiyonce, I Will Grow (via wnq-writers)

[pcriah-blog]

                            but I promise you this:

I’ll ALWAYS look out for you.

                                 that’s what I’ll do 

[pcriah-blog]

            ＭＵＳＥ   ＬＩＳＴ．

COMMANDER LANA SHEPARD status:  active

WARDEN-COMMANDER JOLIAN TABRIS status:  active

WIZARD HOWL JENKINS PENDRAGON status:  active

[herteles-blog]

                                           your sister never tells you but she loves you so (you said your mother only smiled on her tv show).  you’re only happy when your sorry head is filled with dope, and they hope you make it to the day you’re twenty-eight years old.  you’re dripping like a saturated sunrise ; you’re spilling like an overflowing sink.  you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece, and now you’re tearing through the pages and the ink.  (everything is blue – his pills, his hands, his jeans – and now you’re covered in the colours ; he’s pulled apart at the seams.  and he’s BLUE.)  (everything is grey – his hair, his smoke, his dreams – and now he’s so devoid of colour, he don’t know what it means.  and he’s blue.  HE MAKES YOU BLUE.)  

[pcriah-blog]

[ so i ended up getting carried away & finished   howl’s blog (i think.  fingers crossed i didn’t   forget anything lmao).  no promo yet & only 1   icon, but it’s 3 am, so !!  all that will come   tomorrow.  in the meantime, find my fav at   @herteles  ~                                               ]

[pcriah-blog]

❝ ▒ @ofdeyrahel liked for a starter.

                  “You needn’t be so alarmed at my presence.  These woods belong to MANY, and many walk in its midst.”  Soft words flush from an INDIFFERENT mouth, for his business remains his own, as doubtless this fellow elf’s shall remain his -- and yet, Jolian’s figure is not wrought of peace and innocence.  He abides company  with twin blades, both within easy reach of his CALLOUSED WARRIOR’S hands ; the quaint curl of soft dark cloak serves only to H I D E the sheen of heavy armour beneath, boasting limber strength even within his slender elvhen build.  Words serve as some eloquent extent of amicable hand, and yet apparel presents itself as contrasting warning.  Noteably, the warrior does not further seek the other’s ease of mind.  Perhaps his own self has been braced upon EDGE, w a r y of one who seems to walk with VIOLENT HISTORY in stride.  Ever so alike, them two, if true -- and yet, he ever so holds brutal ilk in suspicious regard.

[photolies]

[pcriah-blog]

                             ｗｒｉｔｔｅｎ ｂｙ ｅｍｍａ．                                                                                  ( quote :  a clear midnight by walt whitman )

[estrangera]

Then suddenly you’re left all alone 
with your body that can’t love you
 and your will that can’t save you.

Rainer Maria Rilke, “To the Younger Brother,” The Book of Hours: Love Poems to God (via estrangera)