"one hundred suns until we part."

sarah / 21 / entj / targaryen
i'll take tea, i don't drink coffee, my dear;
with justice and vengeance and fire and blood.

Waited to apply for an international conference for two years, and then missed the deadline for applications by a day. Completely forgotten about it. Yup.

I’m OK and I don’t want to murder some innocent bystander, really. It’s nothing. It’s not my last year to apply. And I definitely can go to Norway any time. HAHA. 

I had a dream. Or a series of dreams, depends on how you look at it.

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high heels? more like high HELLS

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by simon harsent.

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teuthists asked,
Hey, sorry, um, I know this might be creepy, but I just want to let you know that you're awesome because you ship Thanatos / Makaria (but I'm sure in general you're awesome too) and I just haven't seen them a lot in tumblr (or anywhere, really), so YEAH. *scurries away*


Hey, this is not creepy! I am very glad you ship them too. Thank you for your kind words! And I am absolutely sure that you are awesome too, let me love you :)

I’m glad it’s not creepy (because I don’t want to look like a creepy stalker?)! You’re welcome, thanks a lot and would it be creepy if I said let me love you too (in a non-creep, non-creepy, totally awesome way)? jk jk, shine on! :)

This is where the mountains crumbled
for the first time.
This is where we found a pile of rocks
and pretended we knew something about rebuilding.
Are you still sorry about any of it?
Let’s forget about the candles we left on all night.
Let’s forget about all those clouds we ran from.
Baby, the storm was us the whole time,
and you have to promise to tell me when the
monsters stop showing up here.
I can’t remember the last time I was destroyed,
but I have a feeling it was all in my head.
Maybe these poems were never about how many
people got their hands on my heart,
but whose blood was on my own fingertips.
I don’t know what the war tasted like,
but I remember the graveyard after.
If I survived before, it wasn’t the right way.
If I survived before,
it means I can do it again differently.
Do these pieces of wood everywhere
means someone is building is something or
someone is destroying something?
Maybe the important thing is that it doesn’t matter.
Maybe the important thing is that it is our choice
what to make of it.
Y.Z, the reminders we never had (via rustyvoices)


With haggard breath and well worn claws, we dig through September, lurching to October.

The smells and wonders and haunts of sanctuary lurk just ahead. Just out of reach, moving ever closer. The illusions are slipping away, the mirages are fading, the torments are nearly…

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