warsong

Grímkell Caelius Geirr < grim-kill | kæ-lis | gai-rr > An inspiration blog for a fictitious character otherwise known as the Blackheart, the Scarlight, or the Warrior. Mainly goes by Grim, sometimes by Thorn. Posts here represent him and his thoughts, past, present, and all other things related to him. Forged from thunderstorms and moonlight. Younger brother to the andromeda. Elder twin to a dead star.

[the-nordic-system]

My trauma didn’t make me soft. It made me distant. Angry. Distrustful. Bitter. Never soft. What they did was never soft.

[anouroses]

“I will wait until the end of all things, and I will eat the sun and I will eat the moon.”

— Neil Gaiman, “The Children of Loki”, Norse Mythology. (via wraithlings)

[insolvent-architect]

[le-immorte]

[narcym-noesis]

Carsten Witte - 2019

Iceland_

[bnmxfld]

[perrfectly]

[dadalux]

Chris Austin Art- Reclaimed Surfaces · -if you get too far inside, you’ll only see your reflection - 7.5”x7.5” gouache study on cold press paper 

[foxmouth-deactivated20121105]

[2headedsnake]

[catomidiare]

[porcelain-dove]

“you dangle on the leash of your own longing; your need grows teeth.”

— Margaret Atwood, Excerpt of Speeches for Dr. Frankenstein from Selected Poems 1965-1975 (via florizels)

[hiforever-deactivated20200506]

one of the hardest pills to swallow is accepting the fact that you can’t force someone to care, to love you, to be invested. it either comes naturally or not at all. 

[thirst]

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[arcusxx]

[erthegrav]

[inferior]

Youth By Salvatore Scaglione