i am now switching my blog over. while the new blog will take a few days to properly set up, due to queueing issues, it will become my primary blog from now onwards.
my new blog is @draconicfaye. please follow me here.
i will log onto this blog occasionally within the next few weeks to ensure that people’s messages do not go unanswered.
please feel free to ignore the cut below, as i will tag all of my followers.
i need feminism because when jesus does a magic trick it’s a goddamn miracle but when a woman does a magic trick she gets burned at the stake
fabulous
i mean they did also kill jesus. that was a pretty significant thing that happened. like i understand where you’re coming from here but they very much did kill jesus.
Those were the stories that stayed with you.
Love, Simon (2018) dir. Greg Berlanti
“I’m done living in a world where I don’t get to be who I am. I deserve a great love story and I want someone to share it with.”
Dragon Shifters aesthetic
night aesthetic.
Happy Birthday, Lee Pace!!!
whole note: how long is your longest friendship
half note: someone you can’t live without
quarter note: have you ever had a job
eighth note: fandom you fell into the quickest
rest: longest you’ve gone without sleeping
crescendo: something you want to yell into an abyss and forget about
decrescendo: a moment you felt proud but it didn’t end how you wanted it to
forte: lyrics always worth belting
piano: a secret you wouldnt tell your parents
dipthong: a dumb joke you always laugh at
falsetto: have you ever been high
soprano: what’s the worst thing someone has called you
bass: how loud do you like to listen to music
alto: something you believe more people should talk about and bring awareness to
tenor: do you prefer being around people or by yourself
baritone: a time you felt forgotten
treble: what’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done
middle earth aesthetics → mirkwood
there was a greenish light about them, and in places they could see some distance to either side of the path. yet the light only showed them endless lines of straight grey trunks like the pillars of some huge twilight hall. there was a breath of air and a noise of wind, but it had a sad sound. a few leaves came rustling down to remind them that outside autumn was coming on. their feet ruffled among the dead leaves of countless other autumns that had drifted over the banks of the path from the deep red carpets of the forest.
