i am creation, both haunted & holy.

legacy is all you leave behind in this world.

[saintashes]

rei vynn. he she xe. ask box open. dniu 13+. carrd. masterlist otw.

[couriernewvegas]

trust that garlic and i are well acquainted

[saintashes]

confession when unraveled came out i bought it immediately but i still havent read it Cus i genuinely have no kotlc friends Anymore so i have No Drive …

[chainlxnk]

this made me laugh really hard💔💔💔 theyre insufferable

screenshot from @moonlarkingjay's tomodachi island!

[maudlingoblin]

the timeless mantra of long-distance friendships:

[swagvo1d]

doomed

[ravensloane]

guys i just heard a minecraft cave noise in real life

[quinquangularist]

change your settings to peaceful it'll be ok

[ravensloane]

k hold on

[ravensloane]

where are my parents

[saintashes]

when i read yaoi daily i was happier

[saintashes]

Hi tumblr

[frengerino]

whenever i'm trying to talk myself out of buying something i don't need i always hear my old russian professor's voice echoing in my head: "WHAT??? WILL YOU DIE THE RICHEST MAN IN THE GRAVEYARD?" and then i make an unwise financial decision

[kkarmin]

[wooceans]

ㅤ お  ៸ ៸  take one more chance on me.

cr.: NaaaCN

[wooceans]

ㅤ お  ៸ ៸  take one more chance on me.  

[iamavillainandtodayismydayoff]

Now this is MY KIND OF ART!

Cirrus's eyes are one of the prettiest I have ever seen in any manga/manhwa/manhuas! And the way they are expressed through changing colors depending on his feelings just makes me love them even more UGH! After last chapter I hope we get to see his smiling sparkling eyes again soon🥺😭

[analikalee]

[saintashes]

ZERO GETOU HAS BPD FICS ON AO3??? there are Seven more gojo has bpds fics than there should be This Makes no sense. Is the getou has bpd headcanon Not that popular or what

[saintashes]

PRELUDE: ON CONTAINING MULTITUDES. // c!quackity poetry. (click for full images and better quality)

text below :) feel free to reblog !!

PRELUDE: ON CONTAINING MULTITUDES.

the moon burns our souls

and the wind makes us sound distressed

MARBLE STATUE, WINE BOTTLE,

both some sort of fine-something

we begin to dig a HOLE in the GROUND

our  time  capsule  more  of  a  memory  burial

basking in idiotic fantasies,

sometimes  verging  on  PRAYER

we lift our hands and pray over your body

IT  MAKES  US  FEEL  ROTTEN!

the devil is lonely

we kicked out the devil     and it misses us

it keeps begging to be let back,

for us to     let  it  in

it’s waiting in the DARK

it’s waiting for your veins to feel a flash of life

   god loves you

   but not enough to save you

I WAS MY FIRST VICTIM

— AND NOW I AM MY LAST HOPE

places  where  reality  feels  ALTERED,

liminal earth, holy innocence, gentle sin,

eerie, uncanny, watch me   BLEED

you can feel yourself getting   SICKER

an in-between state of mind

uncomfortable and disorienting

TRAPPED IN YOUR HALLWAY,

can  you  hear  the  BUZZING?

maybe it sounds like  SWALLOWING GLASS!

   or  HUGGING GOD!

          or  SPILLING ACID!

                 or  STARTING A WAR!

                        or  PAINTING OUTSIDE THE LINES!

. . .

well it doesn’t matter in the end

because it’s all suffocating

and your throat burns and your head hurts

(   you  have  felt  what  it  feels  like

to  be  a  desperate  animal, is what i say,

with different words

DESPERATION   has seeped into your veins

through countless sharp   WOUNDS,

and it has made your CANINES LONGER

the insides of your THIGHS ROUGHER

your hair all the while whiter

    all   of   your   body   has   adapted

    to   survive   a   catastrophic   flood

but it never came

and  now  all  you  have  is  an  ark   )

like   a   dog   with   a   bird   at   your   door

i  will  bury  you  in  the  garden,

laying you where you are   LOVED

like   a   dog   taught   to   bite

i tripped on the urge to feel   ALIVE

to bloom is to kill and to be slain

let it out and hear it BELLOW,

let it SHRED through the cartilage of your ribs

let it feel like SWITCHING OFF a light

— the way night shreds moonlight

     RELISH   EVERY   ACHE

i’ll  eat  you  whole

i’ll  give  you  a  NAME  i  see  on  a  GRAVE

JANE DOE TURNED MARY SUE

wound  and  dagger!

blow  and  cheek!

members  and  wheel!

victim  and  executioner!

the moral of the story is that

   i am going to be your burning star

   and you are going to be my flickering lightbulb

and i will GUT you if i NEED to

i will carve my way OUT

with only my     TEETH

 .  .  .

YOU  CAN  ALSO  HAVE  MY  HEART

IF  YOU  HAVE  THE  STOMACH  TO  TAKE  IT

[saintashes]

ladies and gents one more for the road. cquackity you will forever be embedded within my soul