Azrael’s moving over here now!!

Azrael’s moving over here now!!

Azrael’s moving over here now!!

Azrael's moving over here now!!

       "I don't know if I believe that but I'm going to try and give you the benefit of a doubt. You're not hurt, are you?"

                        “Az. I didn’t go lookin’ for a fight, y’know.”

  I'm home love me

       "...Danny. Just-- try not to get into as many fights, okay?"

                        “I got into a fight. With a harpy. I won.”

  okay so apparently we are leaving much earlier than I thought and honestly, I don’t know when I’ll be back. latest would probably be sunday evening. anyways, my snapchat is raina.noelle if anyone wants bad pictures of me while I’m on this adventure and my skype is bonesofalady. so yeah. B) 

  okay so apparently we are leaving much earlier than I thought and honestly, I don't know when I'll be back. latest would probably be sunday evening. anyways, my snapchat is raina.noelle if anyone wants bad pictures of me while I'm on this adventure and my skype is bonesofalady. so yeah. B) 

  I swear to you guys that there was just some weird divine intervention shit going on and wow tomorrow me, my friend, and her brother are driving down to our other friends' house again. I'm so excited oh my goodness.

thinking about moving azrael to a different blog/url whatever. changing out some fcs. again. idk. but I'm gonna go over to my friend's and well. probably partake in our usual activities so I'll make my decision when I get back I guess.

INSPO→  Falling Angels

Your burning feathers sear the air. You are a bright, wild thing, filling the sky with unholy light. As you plummet toward the ground with your brothers and sisters, you begin to sing. But you are not singing the praise of the Lord, not anymore. This song is more of a shriek, a broken, defiant sound. You sing of the pain of betrayal, of the pain your now twisted body. And as you hurdle across the skies, you also sing of freedom.

What doesn’t kill me should run, because now I’m fucking pissed

(via muddiedpaws)

       "...What did you do?"

                        “— … don’t look at me like that.”

I want to make up for all the love you never thought that you deserved.

Haiku on Priorities | Connotativewords | jl (via connotativewords)