they/them/theirs • lvl 24 • 🧷welcome to my cozy and chaotic blog, where i jump from bandom lyrics to academia aesthetics to nerdy gay shitposting madness quicker than you can hit reblog! currently obsessed with: six of crows, the hunger games, academia aesthetics and pop punk/rock
Somthing about the way Snow always despised chaos above all else and was killed not in a clean, controlled execution but in the very definition of chaos: a wild, violent rush of an unnamed crowd. Poetic justice.
Rediscovering myself is an interesting process that I have been forced to take moment to moment, because I think I know something about myself- but I realize that it ceases to exist...
I keep being taken back to the morning when I was laying in your bed and we were so entangled in each other, that I didn't know where I ended and you began.
We didn't say anything and yet I felt so much in the silence of our breathing in the darkened room.
As far as I am concerned- this is the moment where everything began and when I left your place- that is when I left as the brand new woman who had finally emerged out of the chrysalis as the new born Phoenix.
She rose from the depths of hell itself- the void of nothing but despair that had fell upon her soul.
You helped me crawl out of that darkness and I only managed to survive because of you.
It has taken me years to realize this, but you are my identity and you always have been ~