empty vessel.

does an object that has had all of its pieces replaced remain the same object?

[queenstyped]

hello friends!  long time no see.  i’m not coming back here yet (  and when i do, i’ll probably remake, anyway  ) but i am sorta easing my way back into the rpc.  if u wanna follow me, my current blog is over @vitaekin --- more vampire stuff, hooray!  if that’s not your speed, no worries, and thanks for sticking around --- i do fully intend to return to soma, i just think a fresh start, for now, suits me best.

[earngalar-a]

hey gang!!  just hopping in here to say that i’m gonna be putting all my blogs on indefinite hiatuses.  with some of ‘em this has sorta been an unspoken thing for a while, but i just don’t feel comfortable writing or with my writing or my characterization rn, so i’m gonna step back and take a break and like…decide next steps.  dunno how long it’ll be — might be forever, might be a week, you never know with my bullshit.  anyway!  see ya on the other side.

[queenstyped]

im sorry i haven’t been around --- i promise i want to be!  i’m not doing very well, and i just dont feel very good here rn.  i’m around elsewhere on some Super Private blogs, but if we’re friendly feel free to ask for those urls.

[queenstyped]

this is soma vibes

[inksplit]

[fullmetalnerd]

Had this as wip for a while and finally found the energy to kinda finish it

[heavenlyyshecomes]

Adonis, ‘The Passage’, from The Blood of Adonis: Transpositions of Selected Poems

[1o9]

[megairea]

I was alone once, waiting For you, what you might be. I heard your grass birds, fluting Down a long road, to me. Wholly for you, for you, I was lonely, lonely.

James Wright, from For the Marsh’s Birthday (via megairea)

[wakeupsleepywideawake]

[megairea]

Come home! — whatever stain Death laid upon you, […] Come home, out of the rain, The cold!

Edith Sitwell, from One Day in Spring (via megairea)

[megairea]

But still are your lips the warm heart of all springs, / And all the lost Aprils of the world shine in your hair.

Edith Sitwell, from The April Rain (via megairea)

[megairea]

You have dug your grave in my breast.

Dylan Thomas, from “How shall my animal” (edited)

[soracities]

–I change my blood in your direction.

Ilya Kaminsky, from ‘Praise’ (via soracities)

[queenstyped]

like for a Slightly Creepy starter

[januaryhoney]

keith haring // the more loving one, w.h auden

[januaryhoney]

the likeness, tana french 

[megairea]

The cathedrals and creeds were built above Her heart. And all the Babels of the world, Their bells and madness tolled — “Dead” — over her love… But the earth and all the roots of trees in the winter earth Yet could not hold her down —

Edith Sitwell, from One Day in Spring (via megairea)