Finally, after months of going back and forth, I have decided to remake my blog. Starting now, i will no longer be posting on this blog.
You can now find me at aaronswarncr.
Hope to see you all there. If not, this has been an amazing journey, thank you to each and everyone of you <3
characters who deserve better: 1/? finnick odair
As one yanks back his head to take the death bite, something bizarre happens. It’s as if I’m Finnick, watching images of my life flash by. The mast of a boat, a silver parachute, Mags laughing, a pink sky. Beetee’s trident, Annie in her wedding dress, waves breaking over rocks. Then it’s over.
Endless list of favorite characters ♡ Rhysand
“There are different kinds of darkness,” Rhys said. I kept my eyes shut. “There is the darkness that frightens, the darkness that soothes, the darkness that is restful.” I pictured each. “There is the darkness of lovers, and the darkness of assassins. It becomes what the bearer wishes it to be, needs it to be. It is not wholly bad or good.”
sometimes i really wish this was my mainblog ☹️
Uh, yeah, so guess who went ahead and remade their blog? ME. It's still kinda in the developing stages, but when it's ready imma post the link here and move.
I leaned down over him and kissed him again, in a wonderful place full of uncomplicated yearning. My magic, his magic, were all one.
I would have come for you. And if I couldn’t walk, I’d crawl to you, and no matter how broken we were, we’d fight our way out together-knives drawn, pistols blazing. Because that’s what we do. We never stop fighting.
happy birthday @sivanbixenman!! rachel you are a smol kanej-loving, troye sivan-loving friend. ily so much and happy 14th!!! ♥️♥️♥️
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I never thought about it before, but I’m proud to be human. We’re ever so flawed. We’re frail, confused, violent, and we struggle with so many issues. But all in all, I’m proud to be a Daughter of Man.
myth moodboards → athena
wisdom is the key to survival in a world like ours.
sometimes i really wish this was my mainblog ☹️
@mythologicalnet event — Indian Mythology
Ratri — Goddess of the Night.
– Vincent van Gogh
Crows remember human faces. They remember the people who feed them, who are kind to them. And the people who wrong them too. They don’t forget. They tell each other who to look after and who to watch out for.
He was just a boy—brilliant, blessed with too much power, burdened by eternity.
A Midsummer Night’s Dream// Shakespeare
if the dregs had blogs
Wow, what a great plan these characters have created to solve their problems. Too bad there are still 300 pages left in this book
I want him to kiss me until I collapse in his arms, until I’ve left my bones behind and floated up into a new space that is entirely our own. No words. Just his lips. Again.
