A writer is a world trapped in a person.
Victor Hugo (via writingdotcoffee)
You hit the ground with a crack. Back arched, mouth opened in a silent scream, your lungs a vacuum of nothing but mind-numbing fire. Spider-web fractures blossom beneath you. A grotesque pair of wings belying your own divinity. You sputter choked sobs, a spittle of blood dripping from between your cut lips and down your cheek.Β
"The gods are cruel," said He. He whose form transcends mortal eyes, cloaked by storm clouds with a voice as deep a rumbling thunder. Your Destiny. Your Demon. Your Bane. "But perhaps they are most cruel to you."
You canβt say tobey has the right to keep the post up but call her an awfull person for doing so in the same breath, pick one or stop the fake reasonable act
Yes I can. Itβs called an opinion. She has the right to keep the post up, doesnβt mean I think that makes her aΒ βreasonableβ person. Itβs problematic to me. If you donβt like that you donβt have to stick around my blog :)
*slaps roof of WIP* this bad boy can fit so much dialogue in it
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βThe odd thing about ambition is this: You can acquire it like a fever, but it is not so easy to shed.β
ive never seen anyone capture the feeling of meeting older dykes as well as this
summary:Β can you do a reddie x daughter, halloween w the losers edition?
A/N: Iβm sorry itβs so short, I hope you still like it though!Β
Ellie bit from her candy covered apple, hurrying to wipe away a piece of chocolate that broke off from the rest of the snack and onto her costume, hoping her dad hadnβt caught on. A quick peek up proved that he hadnβt, to busy gripping her hand so tightly her skin turned white around the pressure. Her pops, on her other side, was holding onto her shoulder, talking with uncle Stan, ushering her closer any time Ellie slightly stayed from his side.
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