Imogen: has anyone seen Violet?
Ridoc: NOPE. NEVER. WHAT. WHO? ME?
Bohdi: for fuck sake where is she?!
Sawyer: testing a theory..
Imogen: which is?!
Ridoc: *mumbling* jumping off Riorson House to see if Xaden will come out of hiding and catch her
Everyone: WHAT?!
Xaden: *storming in absolutely raging with Violet thrown over his shoulder*
Violet: TA DA! I found Xaden! you’re welcome everyone!
piggies
A message of peace
He's got that irresistible Mysterious Italian Attachment Style(c) with social awkwardness sprinkled on top.
why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?
I will watch this for forever
running away from bakugou like
everyone calling dan heng the “braincell holder” of the express trio needs to reconsider. this is the guy who went along with entering a fight club competition and grinded till he reached the semi finals—immediately after waking up post-chemical knockout. he’s just as chaotic as mc and march, he just hides it better.
will tumblr let me keep this up?
yeah I read Fourth Wing. and what of it
Always. A poem from my poetry book LOVE AND SPACE DUST VOLUME II - available WORLDWIDE on Amazon!!
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(ʘ‿ʘ✿) “what you say ‘bout me”
(ʘ‿ʘ)ノ✿ “hold my flower”