“She Wears Strength And Darkness Equally Well, The Girl Has Always Been Half Goddess, Half Hell.”

This book literally ruined me, it has taken over completely control of my thoughts, there's is not ONE single thought other than this book, I am losing my sanity I'm so down bad for the Adam Carlsen it’s not funny.

They’re so cute like I can’t handle it.

100% my new hyper-fixation for the next however long it’ll be.

𝖨𝖽𝖺 𝖱𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗅 𝖮𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝖾’𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 🧚 <3

I like art that depicts women not posing seductively or gracefully but simply existing as human beings.

I love that musk is groveling asking people to pay for their blue checkmarks while tumblr's fundraising solution was to sell a tiny shitting horse, shoe laces, forced post visibility, and crab rain

"Never regret thy fall,

O Icarus of the fearless flight

For the greatest tragedy of them all

Is never to feel the burning light."

-Oscar Wilde

A little thought I picked up from a conversation with a friend.

Do demons really deserve our hate? Every-time, I talk about things that make my soul bleed, I label them as demons. But aren’t those very demons the most beautiful creation in my head?

They are unapologetic, the most vulnerable part of my personality, the part that I want to conceal because the people around me are not ready to deal with the rawness of it all. So why label them and weigh them down with so much hatred, they do trouble you, but only because you don’t let them speak to you.

A little kid constantly crying, constantly interrupting your conversations, clinging on to your arm, just so you look at them for a second, crouch down to their eye level and offer a them consoling smile.

I'm such a sucker for tragedies, like yes please stomp all over my heart, go absolutely feral you have all the permit!

Look at your wrist, see the blueish veins? The blood flowing through them contains hemoglobin, a protein that has four iron atoms incorporated into its structure. Iron is only naturally produced in one place, it can only be forged in the core of dying stars.

Every time you look at your veins, remember that you are built from, and kept alive by, pieces of stardust.

Watching percy jackson as an adult is going to be insane because when I was 12, it was super cool for a kid my age to be doing wild dangerous stuff but now it's like you small, tiny BABEY. YOU ARE A CHILD!! but also, you still are a super cool *half God* child and I still do want to see u be a badass doing wild dangerous stuff.

i will never understand people who don’t like history. how can you not be entranced by something so intertwined in every step you take and everything you set your eyes on? how can you not love something that explains everything from the ground you walk on to the clothes you wear and the tongue you speak? how can you not adore something that tells the tale of every human who ever walked the earth? how can you not like something so deeply human?