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.
my parents: we’re not trying to discourage you from anything but *most downputting string of words you’ve ever heard in your life*
there's no shame in continuing to live with your parents as an adult, but it does have an undeniable poisoning effect on your brain that you can't start healing until you live somewhere else
Anyone else freaking out over the Hannibal reunion happening in Chicago this April ಠ_ಠ
Hannibal Lecter kind of looks like a live action version of Usami Akihiko
he thought they were sharing things about themselves
all of humanity in his hands
Actress, Miriam Margolyes: When you know your worth, you know your worth.
i am not usually one to repost my tweets and i dont know if tumblr is into chappell roan but i thought this needed sharing (ALSO since i originally drafted this post i went to sleep and woke up with this tweet having over 1000 likes)
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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