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am i really gonna remake church ... ? yea

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why do i have 35 messages

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BITCH IM ABOUT TO JUST [DISAPPEARS UNDER MYSTERIOUS CIRCUMSTANCES] 

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THROUGH THE DARKNESS ; THEY PREVAIL.

     reborn  from  cinders  &  ash  ,  a  phoenix  emerged  from  the  embers  of  her  own  flame  ,  a  thing  created  to  die  &  be  reborn  over  &  over  again  until  the  very  last  spark  of  light  is  snuffed  out  by  the  endless  dark  .  this  is  their  fate  :  to  die  in  the  name  of  a  silent  god  ,  to  be  reshaped  from  the  bones  of  the  dead  for  the  sole  purpose  of  defending  the  light  that  unstrung  their  bones  &  gave  them  a  new  shape  ,  a  new  purpose  .  sol  energy  burns  its  way  through  her  veins  ,  scorches  her  from  the  inside  out  ,  as  if  the  sun  itself  is  entombed  within  her  chest  ,  unyielding  in  its  ferocity  ;  once  ,  she  used  it  as  a  weapon  ,  allowed  it  to  swelter  inside  of  her  until  her  dying  breath  only  to  erupt  anew  in  a  hail  of  sparks  &  white  -  hot  embers  that  could  singe  the  flesh  of  her  enemies  with  its utter radiance  .  she  has  been  forged  again  &  again  from  the  flames  themselves  so  many  times  that  she  cannot  distinguish  the  two  ——–  she  is  the  flame  &  the  flame  is  she  :  they are  one  ,  united  .

     “  you  would  seek  it  out  alone  ?  “  her  fire  is  no  longer  the  scorching  blaze  of  a  wildfire  but  that  of  tender  warmth  &  divine  protection  ,  a  guiding  flame  towards  a  benevolent  dawn  ,  heralding  the  light  in  even  the  darkest  corners  of  the  universe  .  she  understands  that  speculation  ,  theory  ,  only  goes  so  far  ;  they  cannot  fight  the  darkness  by  mere  thoughts  alone  ,  &  she  is  not  content  to  sit  in  the  safety  of  the  gilded  walls  of  the  tower  &  wait  for  it  to  consume  them  .  “  it  spreads  every  second  we  don’t  act  .  there  is  only  so  much  that  one  person  can  do  .  “

THERE IS ONE ROAD.      one path.   one destiny.   you are all a part of the grand scheme,    but the future does not tremble before you.   not like it trembles before her,   a quaking,    foreboding    FORCE OF NATURE,   a feather in the wind,   at the mercy of her will.   she was born from the traveler.    his form rests inside her,   bubbling,   lying in wait for the moment of truth.   there is an expression of solemn curiosity on her face,   casting a shadow of a smile across her lips    (    oh,   those lips     ).    but it’s only a shadow,   it shall never take the form of a true simper,   but it’s in her eyes.     the speckles of aureate glimmer,    moving methodically.   they behave slowly,   their movements sluggish yet sharp,   bouncing haphazardly against the rims of her irises.   THEY CANNOT FIGHT THIS BATTLE ALONE.    it’s been etched into their mind from the beginning,   a strength in numbers,   but there has been too much calamity.   there’s a stranger in her mind,   the face of a    HUMANSTRUCK GODDESS,    a beautiful force of nature that stands with her hands metaphorically outstretched.   but she cannot accept it    (   or,    she won’t     ).       ❝    why should you fight for us?     ❞  

THIS IS A PATH ONLY A MARTYR COULD WALK.      there’s death in her eyes,   it bleeds through the emerald.   the darkness has already spread,    &    within it’s barricades,    somewhere,    lie the hope of those that dare place their trust in a wanderer.      there is no truth here.   only ash.   only bone.   only desire.     ❝    are you willing to die for this?     ❞ 

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in my defense, i was left unattended

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could you please up the font size of your default posts? even zoomed in with 200% on chrome its hard to read your theme. i'm sorry if this comes off as patronizing

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐓, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐘.     there ya go !   let me know if this is better.

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FLOWER ON A FROZEN LAKE.

❛     𝐈'𝐌 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐔𝐓 ,     𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ?      ❜     or should she know ?     𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙚 ?     find understanding coiled in her very soul ?     𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐄 .     they look at her with pity ,     sometimes horror .     as if i am something dirty ,     she knows .     fingers grab at her skirts while she sits ,      miserable ,     and waiting for something to become .     ❛      sorry .     it’s been a few long weeks .     and i haven’t been sleeping well .     my nightmares ,    you know ,    and my family’s dreams come true .    ❜       𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄 .     unfeeling ,     and numb .

𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭  liked for a starter

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄,     loudly,   proudly,   without restriction.   she used to move like that,   with the grace of a thousand doves,   now she moves near silently through the darkness,  like a spider in the grass.   she is not looking at the other,   she’s looking at who she could be.   the warrior worships a god that has no form,   an entity among men.  she does not see who you are,   she sees through you.  her lips inch into a smile,   barely there,   more of a crack on her face,   as they form around a response.   she brushes off the initial inquiry,   offering only,     ❝   your nightmares   . . .  do they haunt you in the mornings?     ❞

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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑.     she knows this.   the tides move as she does,   with grace,   purpose,   through the night as though she were soul-bound to the darkness.   ferocity is in her veins,  lurking beneath the waves of an all-encompassing coffin.   on her breath,    there is a soliloquy,   hymns of emphatic palaver that threaten the silence   (   but only threaten,   for god had never need testify to his endowments,   nor does she   ).   fire does not make a man.  she learned this long ago,   beneath that coffin that holds her resolve,   for the ocean swallowed whole any chance of rekindled flame.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇����𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒,  for she holds more depth than his heart could ever want.   they are built from sacrifice,   &   now they both skulk,   like moths to a dying flame.   her eyes   —   OH,   THOSE   EMERALD   EYES   —   are cast upward,   towards the woman,   who stood before her.

                     ❝                 you can’t be out here.     ❞

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒, 𝐈𝐃𝐋𝐘, 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄,    when ichor was not required for survival.      ❝    the darkness,   it’s spreading.     ❞

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girl what's the mood

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Yes, you’ve entered my bloodstream, the room, the whole springtime is filled with you…

Rainer Maria Rilke, from Duino Elegies. (via xshayarsha)

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐓, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐘.     hi there,   it’s azzy,   once again,   &    i’ve made the executive decision that it’s time to start writing here again.   i’m still working out some kinks on this blog,   i���ll be updating kova’s about page   &   theme shortly,   but i’d really like to get some interactions going here in the meantime.    so y’all know the drill,    hit that   ♡   for a quick little starter.   if you have a preference,   feel free to hit me up   /  comment on this post.

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THE WILLOWS ARE WEEPING OUTSIDE MY WINDOW ,     as i think about all i’ve learned .    i learned that winter is not as cold as you think ,    and that the embrace of another grows old when it gets too warm to tell where you end    &   they begin .    i learned that we weave our own fates with our fingertips ,   &   though they fray they remain .    i learned that we plant ourselves in the ground with the hope that we’ll grow something more than weary .    but for all i’ve learned ,     i still find myself thinking ,    as i stitch our fates together ,    whether i’ve mastered the lesson .    i decide i haven’t .    for the willows are still weeping outside my window .    i wonder if they know i’m weeping ,   too .

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why are u shadowbanned :(

because tumblr hates a blog that SLAPS

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*  EIGHT  PEOPLE  I’D  LIKE  TO  KNOW  BETTER  . REPOST,    DO  NOT  REBLOG.

NAME  /  ALIAS.  razz , azzy. BIRTHDAY.  august 2nd. ZODIAC  SIGN. leo. HEIGHT. 5′6. HOBBIES.  dying, eating, screaming. FAVORITE  COLORS.   yellow & orange. FAVORITE  BOOKS.   stephen king’s IT, girl on the train, the graveyard book & ocean at the end of the lane by neil gaiman. LAST  SONG  LISTENED  TO.   i’ll be good, jaymes young. LAST  FILM  WATCHED.  my friend dahmer. INSPIRATION  FOR  MUSE.  honestly my biggest inspiration is neil gaiman’s whole aesthetic  DREAM JOB.   something at roosterteeth. MEANING  BEHIND  YOUR  URL.   warpaint ... but with gore

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I was dying to hear someone say That I didn’t need to try so hard to be perfect, That I was enough and it was okay

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