thinking about the infamous “the time is out of joint: o cursed spite, that ever i was born to set it right” and james flint and “they took everything from us. and then they called me a monster” and the obligation so fundamental to one’s sense of self to fight desperately and futilely against the world that is broken and how the essence of the tragedy is not in that the hero does or does not die, but that the order of all things remains the same in the end. that the man trying to change the world fails for one simple and unavoidable reason. everyone else.
saint jeanne of arc
my true form. i wanna look like this every day now
castiel's confused head tilt rb if u agree
they hate when you serve cant sleep at the sleepover
spirit halloween in the early 2000s
Happy Ace Week!!! 🖤🤍💜
you know you're in the right place when you half-jokingly start associating yourself with a solar eclipse and this year the damn thing is announced to occur seven hours before your birth time
not me at 9am on a sunday doing a silly little dance to indestructible by disturbed bc i just got my mcbreakfast
09/2004 big cheese
☆ they / she ☆ 19 ☆ i like mychem & pirates ☆ art acc: @xcrcf1xxx
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