you all deserve someone who isnt embarrassed to love you and tells all their friends about you and saves your selfies, good and bad to look at when they miss you and loses sleep to talk to you and tells you how much they love you. i hope you all find that!!
We were the overlooked. The Emissaries. It was a mistake Deucalion and the Alphas should never have made because I made an oath of my own; from virgins and warriors, from healers, philosophers, and guardians to loan me their power so that I could teach these monsters that their monstrous actions would never be overlooked.
destroy this “more than friends” bullshit
destroy this disgusting fucking idea that being in a romantic relationship is more important/closer than being in a platonic relationship
destroy the idea that friendships are less than romances
destroy the idea that you need to be romantically involved with someone if you want to be really close to them
Does this darkness have a name? This cruelty? This hatred? How did it find us? Did it steal into our lives or did we seek it out and embrace it? What happened to us? That we now send our children into the world like we send young men to war, hoping for their safe return, but knowing that some will be lost along the way. When did we lose our way? Consumed by the shadows, swallowed all by the darkness. Does this darkness have a name? Is it your name?
before i die i want to punch someone so hard they burst into coins
like 98% of my problems would be solved if i stopped overthinking things and calmed the fuck down and stopped being such a panicky, anxious little shit
Oh, that box. You'll dream about that box. It'll never leave you. Big and little at the same time. Brand new and ancient, and the bluest blue ever.
instead of being in love with people from now on im going to be in love with abstract nearly non-physical concepts like the reverberation of cars on concrete, window shopping, and the lack of permanence in life
They say the Angel of Death is a woman as beautiful as the sun, as gentle as the moon and as c o l d as the deep abyssal sea.
this is the story of loki. a story between drafts. in the process of being rewritten. loki wanders the world, performing the all-mother’s missions, earning his rewards—old crimes forgotten. parts of the story erased. the story is in flux. gaps form in the narrative, through which a new story may be written. a new story…of the past.