/ REVENANT

shake it off, we've all been dead before loved by wraith. 

[seraphichunt]

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[rabbitinthemeadow]

To you, oh dearest stranger To you whose weary, trembling heart yet rails against that terrible night: I love you more than you’ll ever know. Be well.

// Part 19

[soracities]

The end justifies the means. But what if there never is an end? All we have is means.

Ursula K. Le Guin, The Lathe of Heaven (via soracities)

[unchildhood]

RICHARD SIKEN

‘Snow and Dirty Rain’ from Crush (2006);

original photos and edit

[martyrsuggestion]

i bled, i burn

i beg, i burn

i bow, i burn

[northernhare]

a Vanguard hunter of guardians who step off the path

[primordyal]

BLAME!

[longestnight]

you burn hard and fast, from everything in a single moment, to ashes, to dust.

[northernhare]

For she is Death’s daughter, and she comes for the wicked.

[virgin-martyr]

“I don’t mind being killed, but I don’t want them to touch me.”

— excerpt from Antigone by Jean Anouilh (trans. Lewis Galantiere)

[cithaerons]

Aria Aber, Ideology

[ninthriven]

Seraph-3  /  Hunter  /  Way of a Thousand Cuts

[lifeinpoetry]

O Death, I’ve been crueler—I’ve / watched.

— Taylor Johnson, from “The Black Proletarianization of the Bourgeois Form Isn’t Kanye West’s Gospel Samples,” Inheritance (via lifeinpoetry)

[seraphichunt]

. abt to go get destroyed in ib for the armor

[seraphichunt]

. its as painful as i remember and expected

[seraphichunt]

. abt to go get destroyed in ib for the armor

[lifeinpoetry]

A daughter somewhere has committed murder.

It smells like a burning omelet. Suddenly, her mother is there—there, scouring              her hands raw with Brillo and stove fire, whispering through the crunch of eggshell teeth,       Don’t mistake softness as something owed to you.

— Threa Almontaser, from “I Crack an Egg,” The Wild Fox of Yemen

[rabbitinthemeadow]

A gentle yielding, A clarion bell on the breeze

// Part 11