reality is that we are all just people

everyone thinks they're the hero of a story, it doesn't mean much if you say it

[crazy-brazilian]

[werewolfbarista]

WLW (WEREWOLF LOVING WEREWOLF)

[goofstep]

everytime there are nude breasts on the tv i unsheath my blade and use my lightspeed kata technique to expertly deflect the images before they can reach my eyes

[lichslayer5000]

your sword does not glow with the divine energy such as mine, cope

[creaturey]

i couldn’t sleep last night so i drew this instead

[pigmenting]

Give me blood and rage and a heart for horror; teach me to be tough enough to face this world still standing. Make a Fury of me.

Elizabeth Hewer, from “Finding Ariadne” in Wishing for Birds (via rosylake)

[damnedsuggestions]

We are wrath and rage and redemption

[adrasteiax]

What did burning flowers smell like? Something terrible, something holy?

Vandana Khanna, from Blue Madonna in “Train To Agra” (via wraithlings)

[stormliveblogs]

You’re angry. Good. Anger can save you when everything else is gone.

Vivienne de Fer (via fyeahvivienne)

[onedirectionforever]

there are approximately 1,013,913 words in the english language but i could never string any of them together to explain how much i want to hit you with a chair.

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“God, how painful it is, being angry.”

— Simone de Beauvoir, tr. by Justin O’Brien, from “The Woman Destroyed,”

[myrrhbearer]

“i am a nameless fury–”

— Mahogany L. Browne, from ‘litany’

[sunsounds]

“A strange rage filled her, a rage to tear things asunder.”

— D.H. Lawrence, The Rainbow (via soracities)

[wearepaladin]

The past cannot be changed. The old sins wound, they do not scar. But your flame can still burn, and even in the darkest future, the lost can be avenged.

The First Avenger (via wearepaladin)

[sky2fall]

@wearepaladin

[mjalti]

“(sword hearted)”

— Margaret Atwood, from The Circle Game, 1966.

[feywildfox]

The creature in the woods: screams at me

Me: screams back