captain k.p. hob of the goblin court is now a marketable plush
I can’t stand people that don’t let me speak hyperbolically. If I can’t respond to a minor inconvenience that someone should get shot in the fucking head for it then what’s the point of it all.
A moulin has its own gravity.
More than what ties us to the earth.
The pull is much stronger, like invisible arms
tugging at my sleeves.
It reaches out, beckoning, whispering
“come down, join us, come and see what lies beneath. 
Come and witness the divine mysteries.”
The roar of water becomes a rush of voices,
crying out in rapturous wonder as they tumble
into the blue.
I long to join my own voice to that choir.
This is not suicidal.
I know that if I make the plunge, I will almost certainly die—
but death is not the void that’s calling me.
It’s something deeper.
Something older, yes, older than death,
older than life, older than the stars,
maybe older than God.
It has its own gravity.
surely this has been done before
Hannibal Lecter kind of looks like a live action version of Usami Akihiko
[guy who hasn't realized they're a lab animal in a cage yet voice] i love my wire mother even though her cold sharp edges cut me when i try to cling to her. she provides me with everything i need to survive and to ask for anything more would be excessive and ungrateful. this is my decision. given the choice i would make it again.
you’re going to love again, find a job again, create art again, do what you love again, feel powerful again. you’re going to be back on track. i don’t know when, but you are going to feel like yourself again, eventually. this isn’t the end. hang in there.
Season 5 Jon and Martin be like
21 / all pronouns / queer as in murderous / main. for my art, check out #vastness draws :3 i reblogboth fandom and just random things i find pretty ~☆
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