#lalalava

[geezlaweasel]

[the-terrors-blog]

girl, you are gorgeous

AH, no you are!! but thank you so much<3 

[keetron]

elysian.

Alright, Elysian. Here we go.

When I was a young boy, I remember my grandfather telling my brother and I stories about the people of the old country, and their belief in the Elysian Field in the sky. A place where the great would go in death. It was a place for the pure of heart to escape from evil and finally get the rewards they deserved for their lives of suffering.

My mind can't help but wander, even in this crucial moment of my life. I am making a decision that will either end in my death, or a lifetime of guilt and shame. My mind begins racing to see if I could reach the mythical Elysian Fields and comes back with a huge, resounding no.

What makes me so bold as to assume for a second that I would be accepted into the envied Nirvana? I was never a bad kid by conventional means, but in the last year... my actions have been nothing to be proud of. I am convinced my grandfather is up there, a man of resolute honor and generosity. If anyone would make it, it was him.

I, on the other hand, am sitting here in the middle of a civil war. Two soldiers remain on this field of battle, myself and my own brother. We are on opposing sides of the petty conflict between leaders too childish to admit defeat. I don't even remember what inspired me to sign up, it must not be of importance anymore.

I take a deep breath, and lift my rifle. I stare down the barrel at my brother and see nothing but malice in his face. The smile that I saw in our playful childhood days is dead and gone, he clearly is having no trouble the way I am in this moment. I realize that I must make my decision now and without thinking squeeze the trigger.

Bang.

Flash of Light.

I awaken in the same field, covered over in fog and see two children running and playing. I try to yell to get them away from such a disgusting place but they cannot hear me. Running to them to try and gain their attention, they seem strangely familiar...I recognize the faces belong to my brother and I. They turn and fade away.

From behind the fog, a figure walks into view. A familiar sensation runs through my body but I know I have never seen this man before, he is roughly 25 years old and has a strong square jaw.

"So, what happened here?"

I don't even know what he wants to hear.

"Why did it take you so long to shoot him? You had the advantage."

"That was my brother...sir, I couldn't bring myself to steal his life so easily."

"He obviously had no intention of giving you the same courtesy, I guess you were a better listener weren't you?"

I am taken aback.

"G-grandpa? Is that really you? You look so...young!"

With a smile and his familiar laugh that had become so comforting, "You like it? They give you a body that represents you at your strongest up in the Elysian, something about being a guiding spirit. Looks like I got here a little late though."

"I don't know, I think you got here just on time."

He fades away without another word and I am alone again in the fog. I could try to find out where I am, or how I got here but it seems to be fitting. I sit down and start to run through my life again, this time much more slowly than I did in the heat of the moment with my brother. I see another figure limp through the fog, but I cannot see his face. He is carrying something and I strain to see him better.

As he comes into the clearing, I see a flash.

Bang.

[nothisisroxxi]

it’s 4 in the morning and you’re lying next to me and i’m trying to be still. but this is the hardest thing, this is harder than trigonometry or waiting for a reservation or holding my breath underwater & i can feel the electricity between us, i feel the static bouncing between your body and mine; my palms are sweaty, my eyelashes flutter in the darkness and i have no control over how my heart behaves; it flits about it my rib cage like a trapped bird and beats like the flapping of wings. my lungs expand in my chest and this silence is so thick with anticipation that it makes my voice stick in my throat. there are things i want to say but don’t know how, and it is in this sticky-sweet night that your lips meet mine, and everything goes quiet. you wash over me like a cool summer rain. as all of the dust in the atmosphere settles, i can breathe again. Http://www.Lalalava.tumblr.com

[orange-tulip666]

you are gorgeous <3

Thank yoooou :) <3

[literallysame]

what is that song in the "this is what I do when my mom isn’t home' video?

omfg I totally forgot about that video

here.