I took a friend’s advice and did add value behind them

Quick elf sketch for fun.

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The Heretic by Steven P Hughes Personal work

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I fell first. I know you will find this hard to believe. After all, when you’re busy falling yourself it’s always hard to notice who is falling around you. But believe me when I tell you that this is true. I fell first. When it comes to you and me, it seems I always do. I fell into this world of bodies and bullets, and the alien compounds which hold more strength than either of the other two combined. I fell into this impossible role of trying to hold all the broken pieces together, as with bloodied hands I try and stitch up the cracks. I try and fix what is broken. (I am still falling.) I fell. I fell into the air, into the ocean, into a blackness that crawls its way around my heart and takes hold. I fell into another world, where the sun refuses to rise and there is no hope on the horizon to carry me over until the new dawn. I am not there anymore. (But I am still falling.) I fell into you. I fell and I fell hard, into your incredible mind that ticks over at a pace I match as perfectly as if I were born to do it and into your arms, which hold me steady and guide me gently back down from the stars to the ground when I push too high. I fell into your heart, in all its magnitude and strength and its endless capacity for me. (I hope I never stop falling.) When it comes to you and me, I fall. And you follow. That’s the way it’s always been. (Now, here’s the secret.) You never fall at all. Falling is careless, something that with your gentle heart and thoughtful hands you could never bring yourself to be with me. Falling is careless and you are the least careless person I know. So, no. You never fall. This is how it goes with us: I fall. You jump. I fall. You follow. (We are still falling, but this time we are falling together.)

you and me and gravity (via jeemmasimmons)

devon aoki backstage @ baby phat f/w 2002

Only (softly, fiercely) the stars shining. Here, in the room, the bedroom. Saying I was brave, I resisted, I set myself on fire.

Louise Glück, Stars (The Seven Ages)

Daenerys + Braids

Even the smallest person can change the course of the future. 

Jean Paul Gaultier Fall 2014

Nienna, healing a bird with a broken wing

falseisthistale's abelas, my elgarlin, and eafiu's atishalen as kids, sitting and listening while keeper deshanna talks. 

Psyche in funeral attire waiting in the peak of a crag for his husband.

Our gods saw him as a brother, and they trusted him when he said that they must keep to the heavens while he arranged a truce. And the Forgotten Ones trusted him also when he said he would arrange for the defeat of our gods, if only the Forgotten Ones would return to the abyss for a time. They trusted Fen’Harel, and they were all of them betrayed. And Fen’Harel sealed them away so they could never again walk among the People.

Glow by telthona

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your chest is burning. it’s on fire. you can’t get away. you realise this now, but it took you some time to understand that most days you will feel the urge (the need) to claw yourself out of your own body and create yourself anew. you want to escape. i know this. you are flesh and bone but it is working against you, and you’ll learn to live with that shortness of breath, that rapid fire beating against your ribs, those tears which come so readily. you’ll learn that you can still breathe, and i’m sorry, it’s hard, i’m sorry, but you can and you have to - you don’t want to think about what the others think. i know this. but i also know you cannot bear any form of guilt, that you choke on in constantly, a lump in your throat the shape of a fist. you can scratch yourself raw but you’ll be no nearer to completion. please know this. i’m sorry.

for those born with holy fire in their throats // s.t. (via francisabernthy)