✦ThunderLord; @rayfllo - Tumblr Blog

dust-of-moon

Darkness isn’t frightening

Vassalord

shui-xi

mathamota

Vassalord - Rayflo

aesterismos

ignite. kindle your flames. rise from the ashes. amend. repeat.

ten word poem, xxv. (via aesterismos)

#✖. makes the passage just that much easier;#✖. stare into the queue;

vazakinada

You can be dead inside and still shine, don’t you believe me? Just ask the stars.

VàZaki Nada (via vazakinada)

#✖. makes the passage just that much easier;

sexanax

doing risky shit because you lowkey wanna die

#✖. the stories of storms lie here;#✖. stare into the queue;

drainedred-deactivated20140503

you [ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ] a ＭＯＮＳＴＥＲ

&’ now you better ＲＵＮ

#.fragments;#.Stare into the queue;

psa. i am an agonizingly slow roleplayer — my muses are fickle and some days all i can manage is chat threads or shenanigans. other days i can pump out longer threads like no one’s business. if it takes me awhile on your thread it has nothing to do with you as a writer or me losing my muse for the thread. never hesitate to ask for my skype for in between threads for chatting and plotting and fun.

#.ooc;#.Stare into the queue;

lifeinpoetry

Then let me eat your heart, Ophelia, which sheds my tears.

Heiner Müller, Hamletmachine (via lifeinpoetry)

#.citer;#.Stare into the queue;

malusforsarchive-blog

♜—:

Destroy.

Destroy them.

Destroy everything.

You don’t need them.

They’re vermin, traitors, foul little leeches.

Disgusting. Pathetic.

Kill them all.

Wring their necks. Drain the juices from their corpses.

Make them suffer.

Break them once and for all.

#.fragments;#.Stare into the queue;

♟ Can we be saved Has the damage all been done Is it too late to reverse what we’ve b e c o m e ? ♚

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vodka-tears

Oh, my creator. Why did you not make me of steel and stone? Why did you allow me to feel?

Penny Dreadful (via brivid)

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stoicremains-deactivated2017102

A person who thinks all the time has nothing to think about except thoughts. So he loses touch with reality, and lives in a world of illusion.

Alan Watts (via whyallcaps)

#.citer;#.fragments;#.Stare into the queue;

m-lew

a haiku a day (232/365)

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fuckyeahgreatplays

Let no one think of me that I am humble or weak or passive; let them understand I am of a different kind: dangerous to my enemies, loyal to my friends. To such a life glory belongs.

Medea

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