❛ ┋ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ᴍʏ ᴘʀɪᴅᴇ. @pridepact-blog - Tumblr Blog

❛ ┋ ignisira.

IMPOSSIBLY LONG HAIR trails behind the demon as she approaches her host, eyes narrowed at both his tone AND the fact that he’d the nerve to smoke so much dried florem mortem. Especially in front of her. Any twinge of ENVY, however, was promptly shoved deep down inside in order to better feed the flames of her WRATH.

❛ Either one of TWO things would suffice. MAKE A PACT with me, or just die already. I mean really, it’s not as if your pathetic life serves much of a purpose in the first place. ❜

❛ wow, what great options you’ve presented. i can hardly see why no-one has pact-ed with you before. ❜

there is ONE THING he enjoys about lying, about the sarcasm that flows from him so easily — it removes his stutter, removes that AWKWARD blockage that he has to climb over to even form a proper word COHERENTLY. his fingers twitch for his piper and they almost make it before the realization that his PRECIOUS pipe could do nothing without the flower he craved.

#ignisira #❛ ┋ ⁽ ᵛᵉʳᶳᵉ ⁾ ʜᴇ ɪs BENT ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ʀᴜʟᴇ.

@liitlelord + starter call !

❛ is th-this supposed to be going anywhere or are yuh-you just trying to distract me ? ❜

#liitlelord #❛ ┋ ⁽ ᶜˡᵒᶳᵉᵈ ᶳᵗᵃʳᵗᵉʳ ⁾ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ғᴏʀ ANOTHER.

aaaaaaaaahmoths-deactivated2017

Now is the time for you to decide… Will you be remembered? Or will you be forgotten?

#❛ ┋ ⁽ ᵐᵘᶳᶤᶰᵍᶳ ⁾ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ʀᴜɴs ᴡɪᴛʜ DOGS ᴏɴ ʜɪs ʜᴇᴇʟs.

❛ duh-did i say you con touch th-th-that ? ❜

#❛ ┋ ⁽ ᵒᵖᵉᶰ ᶳᵗᵃʳᵗᵉʳ ⁾ ғᴏʀ ALL ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ.

pridepact-blog

❝ As long as YOU are PROUD you cannot know GOD.

#❛ ┋ ⁽ ᶳᵉˡᶠ ᵖʳᵒᵐᵒᵗᶤᵒᶰ ⁾ ᴄʀᴀғᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ GODS.#( hello is it me you're looking for )

ignisira-deactivated20161014

❛ i was one of the most powerful beings in the universe.

#( fire momma )#❛ ┋ ⁽ ᵖʳᵒᵐᵒᵗᶤᵒᶰ ⁾ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ BELOW ʜɪᴍ.

ephemeraltea

Ok but which part of ur otp unironically calls themselves “a fucking delight” and which one immediately snorts

#❛ ┋ ⁽ ᵖᵒᶤˢᵒᶰᶤᵛʸ ⁾ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ LOVE.#( maggie is the fucking delight and odin snorts )

astral-obscura

Not clingy: Sagittarius, Taurus, Gemini, Aries

Low-key clingy: Scorpio, Capricorn, Aquarius, Virgo

High-key clingy: PISCES, Cancer, Libra, Leo

#❛ ┋ ⁽ ˢᶜᵒʳᵖᶤᵒ ⁾ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ's CAUTIONARY ᴛᴀʟᴇ.

wnq-writers

1. It was a Wednesday afternoon. We were out shopping in the city. Your mother called you. I had never heard you speak about me to someone else before. But I tried not to blush and pretended not to hear when you referred to me as “your girl”. 2. 12:35am, you turned the light off and climbed on top of me. You were kissing my neck and I could feel the pressure of my hip bones against yours. Your hands were sliding down my waist. I don’t remember what happened next, but my t-shirt was on the floor and your body was intertwined with mine. I had never felt so close to you before. 3. Our favorite 1980s themed diner by my apartment with jukeboxes at each booth. You put in 25 cents and chose some obscene rap song, blasting it over the loudspeaker. We got a thousand dirty looks from the other customers who were at least three times our age. You and I, giggling and heaving in between bites of food. My mouth hurt from smiling and I hadn’t laughed like that in a very long time. 4. One time I spent the night at your house and you had to be out the door by 6am. It was still dark and cold. Winter. You didn’t make me get up, you let me sleep in your bed. And before you left, you tucked the sheets in around my curled up body and kissed me on the forehead. 5. I never cry around anyone. And although you knew I struggled with depression, you had never seen me cry. One night I was feeling broken and you asked me if I was okay. I never answered you, I just cried. You didn’t say much, but you held me tightly with my head on your chest and that’s all I wanted.

delicatevoids, 5 moments I spent with you where I wasn’t thinking (via wnq-writers)

#❛ ┋ ⁽ ˡᵘᶳᵗ ⁾ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ LOVES ʜᴇ ɢɪᴠᴇs ʜɪs ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ.

starredsoul

anger born straight from the liver, scything its way out— there’s no time for pleasantries, all the cuts jagged like winter’s tooth; some wounds only shiver back together out of fear. looking like your parents staring at each other from across the kitchen table, screams hovering above them like a smoke you could bash your head against. when my eyes burn, i’m twelve years old again, and the air in the home is too heavy on top of my shoulders, but momma said to stop crying. and i watch my eyes salt themselves red.

Emily Palermo, PICTURE OF ATLAS AS A TWELVE YEAR OLD GIRL, COWERING (via starredsoul)

#❛ ┋ ⁽ ᵐᵘᶳᶤᶰᵍᶳ ⁾ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ʀᴜɴs ᴡɪᴛʜ DOGS ᴏɴ ʜɪs ʜᴇᴇʟs.