Binxelf - Bink

“Crawling down,From high hopes to the ground,Trouble sings along,In my heart and soul,A giant in the room,I left him long ago, following you.Wind heavy on the ground,A cloak before the moon,I guess I've never known,Someone like you.”

Agnes Obel - run cried the crawling

The door to the summer garden (2020)

~ ghosts of tulips past :: 💌

write to yourself. Write to yourself, a letter, for all that you have become, and for all that you will, write to yourself on the first of December, write to yourself because this is the last breath of the year that we’ll spend together before the many more we’ll take ahead. Tell that version of you in the past about all that you overcame, all that you had been looped around, all that made you break. Hold yourself through this letter, and give yourself the closure you need. Letting this be your warmest embrace, Happy first of December <3

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Nizar Tawfiq Qabbani

You offer so much of yourself to people every day, and you still have more to give. While I’m not trying to encourage you into engaging in any behaviour that could possibly drain you, that requires a lot of effort, time and thought. I just wanted to tell you that you’re really brave to be putting up with everything by the end of the day regardless of what it has coming your way and still shooting back again, even if that means doing nothing ‘supposedly’ productive and laying in bed :)

I've been desperately trying to remember the way I lived or made it through a certain day, and I'm caught between trying to record every second of it or loading my gallery with pictures and holding it close to myself by trusting my peripheral vision, I can’t tell whether im trying to exploit my present, or trying to preserve the ashes of a fire that once soared high, I can’t tell if it robbed me off my sight to capture the moment or left me agape enough to not be able to process anything 

its similar to that particular situation in class, where the teacher’s writing an ideology on the board but you're so engrossed all the while taken aback that its too late to take notes, and you don't trust your memory enough to attempt to rewrite it from scratch, so you turn to your left to ask your deskmate to read it out loud for you but you bite your tongue before you speak because you know they hold a different vision, and your heart races at the prospect of never seeing that glint of passion yonder again.

“to everyone their own perception, to everyone their own vision” to some a curse, to some a gem.

I wish I could remember the past.

It seems silly to me, to not have recorded every moment of that life, that past life before chaos exploded.

How unconscious I was to think it would last forever. I used to live in that past life, wild and happy and confident.

Now, I look around, trying to find my footsteps, trying to figure out who I was, who I used to be, what I used to believe in.

It's in vain.

I can't remember.

And I don't know whether that is a curse or a blessing.

- F. A.

⚠️ TW : (kn1ves , bl00d, g^ns , we@p0ns) ⚠️ read at own risk !!

.͙✼̥୭⁺ '🧺🖇🕊 Mafia au prompts ~

“baby you’re bleeding , it’s a nice colour on you”

“Let me see those crystal tears”

“Bold of you to assume I loved you”

“She took all the guns and for what ?!!”

“Don’t you dare step near me.”

“Oh that’s easy , (name) pass me a grenade”

“MARIA NOT EVERYTHING IS ABOUT BOMBS TY AND STEP DOWN FROM THAT ROOF”

“Bet all your guns and I’m in”

“Well lookie here , we’ve got ourselves a rookie ?”

“Run while you can kid”

“I bet these nails can do more than just trace your jaw sweetie”

“Hold it like this , shoulders down , this way she won’t be able to aim for your back”

“IS THAT WHAT YOU CALL A SHOT BYE THIS IS FUNNIER THAN YOU GETTING YOUR HEAD STUCK IN THE TOILET”

“Omg you did not just swallow that”

“I had to clean my hands on the sophomore’s shirt , girl has Bloody Mary written all over herself now”

“IN MY DEFENCE SHE SLAPPED ME FIRST”

“Sometimes you don’t always get what you want”

“Gimme that fucking knife-“

“She took ALL OF MY AMO ?? Oh she is on”

“Her amo is as precious as her nuggets , when I tell you she goes crazy for them , I mean crazy”

“Bet this looks better on your throat than in my pocket”

“Well haven’t you got a bull’s eye ay ?”

“I will choke you with this if I have to , do NOT TEST ME.”

“Who said victory came with an easy sacrifice ?”

“Your our’s now”

“Wipe that smirk of your face or I’ll snap you in two”

“They blowed up our warehouse and you’re more concerned about your missing ice cream ?” “Why yes yes I am”

“Well now we have nothing to fight them with but forks and butter knives because SOMEONE DUMPED OUR WEAPONS IN THE RIVER”

“We’re so done” “what makes you say that ? With me in lead we’ll catch them in no time” “you know you saying that doesn’t make it any better”

“I hope you knew that wasn’t soap-“

“The supply ? Oh .. ABOUT THAT UH-“

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ARA PACIS Rome, Italy

→ Ara Pacis, also called Ara Pacis Augustae, shrine consisting of a marble altar in a walled enclosure erected in Rome’s Campus Martius in honour of the emperor Augustus and dedicated on Jan. 30, 9 BCE. (x)