xaedifex:

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                                  “tolerance and patience is something
                                    one    can    acquire   if    effort    is   made.”

             it’s a suggestion that she assumes that won’t go through, but nature has
             a fine tuning  of persistence in her blood. born  with the maternal instincts
             in   full   bloom;   it’s   easy   to   become  tender  to a   motherless   child.   

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             his smile had always had been tainted with bitterness, his eyes an abyss
             that  has an end that  she  cannot see. how easy is for her to  stare long
             enough to  lose track of time, an  age passing by with  a blink of an  eye.
             void    has    never     been  an  easy    companion   from   the         start. 

                    ❬ what eons of isolation and silence can do, is a terrifying thought. ❭

she pushes a tray of porcelain cups towards him, fingers curled around a
            small      pot,                ready                                                      to serve.

                                 ”without these clouds there will be no
                                   shades to protect the children from the  heat.
                                   i’m sure    there are   moments where     you
                                   appreciate them, too.
                                                                     …to  a  certain  extent.”

            nature shoots void a scornful smile, pouring herself a cup of jasmine.

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                  ❝ —  Is it too much to ask
                                                     for some weather from the Bahamas? 

          skull cradled on ruptured knuckle,  mountainous  bone gentles itself between
          the  give  of  softened,   mortal  skin.      they still think it odd how flesh peels 
          across skeletal form —  a sort of pitiable lack of tenacity sown into the fabric
          of a human vessel.   they don’t enjoy taking form like this  -  makes them feel 
          all    gross     &    c o r r u p t a b l e    &    human    inside.          not     ideal.

          but they can’t deny the shred of fondness choked between their fingers at her
          pathetic fallacy —  
a flash of light jagged in a thunder storm - clouds turned
          bitter    &    sour   —   &   they  simply  stranded,  waiting,  patiently  for  her     
          &      all      things      to       [      d i s s i p a t e            &      leave      them.

                                       so far, she’s been surprisingly stubborn
                                       they admire that.      they respect that.
                                                        it makes them sick.

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          but it earns her an unhinged smile & the jitter of settling limbs all the same as
          they take the tea, though still they refrain from drinking. her scorn only making
          them             preen              against              pressed             p o r c e l a i n .

            ❝ So is this what you  o c c u p y  yourself with now?
                                         Making  c l o u d s ?    Must be quite the slow era.  

*rides your dick but only as a friend* 

poenitire:

                "We obsess. It’s our nature. We turn on a track, around and around; we march in step; we act out the same tales, over and over, the same sets of motions, while time piles up like yarn under a wheel."

  • personification of regret. not as awful as he could be, surprisingly.
  • multi-fandom, multi-ship, so on.
  • will write any style from one-liners to novellas.
  • approximately three years of experience on tumblr.
  • skype available for mutuals upon request.

                                                             home ; message ; theory

paradoxofconstellations asked ;  
"-- I've got peppermint, and lemon."

                         he’s not in the mood to accept visitors — & how much more obvious
                         can that message be than in the looming,  swirling,  corporeal  pool
                         of primordial  void  that shadows the circumference of his temporary
                         home?   a darkness so deep, it tears your limbs from sight  &  leaves
                         you straddled in an empty abyss?   he thinks it’s fitting,   to make his
                         statement that way  - so that those who should come looking for him
                         should feel the fear it instills  -  that   L O N E S O M E ,  frightening
                         feeling to be caught in a state of  unknowing  still.

                                                                                                              but while the
                         dark rarely disobeys him,  long before he had given the  balancing 
                         sister a ’ free pass ’  so to speak  through his shadow - an offer, even 
                         now,  he hesitates to regret  -  &  so the mass of his shield separates
                         for her, instead of swallowing her into its depths, parting enough so
                         that  she might  see  the  path  to  the  cabin  sheltered  in  the  din.

                         [ & so the firebug blazed on & he,
                         like a moth, goes to meet her at the
                         d o o r . 
                                                                               again.
                                                                                              was this what they call
                                                                                                                h a b i t ? 
]

                                              ❝ You spoil me.

arrogant characters

arrogant characters refusing to admit they care about people

arrogant characters not realizing they care about people

arrogant characters realizing they care about someone after something terrible happens to them

squidman: ok the flour is in the bowl
ᴊᴀᴄᴋ sᴘᴀʀʀᴏᴡ﹣﹣﹣;: tips it out
ᴊᴀᴄᴋ sᴘᴀʀʀᴏᴡ﹣﹣﹣;: the flour is not in the bowl
squidman: ur fired

leslieseuffert:

Conrad Godly (Japan) Powerful Paint Strokes

You don’t have to like me.
But you’re going to respect me.
—A Day to Remember (via dylan-my-vodka)

xaedifex replied to your post:
/NATURE IS ON YO ASS VOID

THIS IS OUR ‘OFFENDED' FACE

jaclcfrost:

"i’m not bitter" i say, bitterly, with a bitter expression