beat god; become him.

i seemed to see something terrible-- a creature of infinite patience and craft, with a smiling face and murderous heart.

[xprocellaarchive]

i moved here bc i am trash

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i seemed to see something terrible— a creature of infinite patience and craft, with a smiling face…

[xprocellaarchive]

i moved here bc i am trash

[xprocellaarchive]

i seemed to see something terrible— a creature of infinite patience and craft, with a smiling face…

[sixsmithyouass]

“Fun time w (tiny) Big Bird in my dressing room!”       [x]

[xprocellaarchive]

i moved here bc i am trash

i seemed to see something terrible-- a creature of infinite patience and craft, with a smiling face...

[xprocellaarchive]

no but i'm archiving this blog rn bc it's gotten so disorganized and i'm unhappy abt it!! but fear not the url will be the exact same everything is the same basically so no confusion to be had

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lmao make a self promo right before i archive this blog

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                                                 ❝We all have our interpretations of God, don't we.❞

┘indie original character blog for the embodiment of air/wind

┘open to all & any fandom

┘approximately two years of tumblr roleplay

┘willing to write para or novella style

┘one liners as well as askbox roleplay

┘skype is available to mutuals upon request

┘and last but not least, gale is awful

[iaminfiniteus]

[agent-corvus-deactivated2014120]

"Corruption doesn’t attack; it strolls in whistling."

-Anonymous (via agentdarcy)

[whyonlytwice]

Our true stories were lousy. Our stories were slick black things that we spit out of our mouths onto the table in front of us. We were trying to sell something. We were trying to sell our loneliness, and no one was buying. And we were getting tired of dark looming things. We were getting tired of trying to glue words onto doom. Ask someone to tell you a true story and you get a murkiness. Ask someone to tell you a lie and they’ll betray themselves. (The body always betrays itself—it blushes, it trembles…)

Richard Siken, Love From a Distance  (via lehjaa)

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there's a severe lack of clara in my life and i'm not abt it

[jordanbake-blog]

[lecdicaprio]

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"He smiled understandingly-much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced—or seemed to face—the whole eternal world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey."

[crystallinevisions]

[dicapriosleonardo]

The Great Gatsby deleted scene: ”Her voice was full of money”

[jobeckillustration-deactivated2]

Watercolour and a tiny bit of pen

[eixxodus]

emmy rossum 18-19/50