To crave a person’s presence instead of their body is the purest form of intimacy.

"When I met you, there was a small spark in my soul.. an ember that grew into flame, ablaze with a passion to know you. I wanted to be close to you, so close that I could hear your heartbeat.. I saw a smile so beautiful that everything else paled in comparison, and that voice.. music to the soul. I've been trying to write poetry my whole life but when I met you, there it was.. all of the words that had eluded me my whole life. You were the greatest inspiration, art in its purest form.. poetry on the lips of a poet, complete and utter soul porn."

When I met you, I couldn't get you out of my mind.. I still can't - eUë

also crucially blitzø both is and isn't a short king in actuality, because he's tall for imps but that ain't saying much in the grand scheme of heights of nearly every other citizen/creature of hell

i dont know if this says anything to me in terms of his character other than the fact im always calling him short king in my head, but really that's a relative term

but he is a short king

I imagine that after the whole Quinn situation, when tank brought Sam to the meetings everyone was suspicious as hell. Like they just got done w a murderous vamp and now there’s a vamps aura right outside the den doors? David was the only one that was calm cause he knew but ash and Milo quickly stepped to the side of the doors in case it was him. Then this southern old man walks in and everyone’s just like “huh?” Tank is behind him just glaring at everyone

I wonder how you first came inside my soul. Where did you plant your seeds first? Was it my mind or was it my heart for I love you with both. I smile as I reminesce when I first meet you. It was my heart, I realize, but almost immediately I was captivated by your mind, so both seeds were planted roughly at the same time. Now they are but two trees that have grown together, fused into one they reach toward the heavens, their multicolored leaves singing in the sky of my soul, reciting your name with love.

e.v.e. (Letters to my love)

"Hey, you know Monkey King was trapped in here once too?" fucking getting to me. WUKONG'S ARC IS ABOUT REACHING FOR FREEDOM ALRIGHT, AND THAT LEADING TO IMPRISONMENT. AND THEN. "We're just like Wukong". SO.

Ask me tomorrow, but not today ✨

I’m drawing Rugan and I can tell you right now he would not be pleased lol

Me while drawing:

The FIRST person who talks to me today is getting an ear full of night thrasher discourse

You are too enmeshed in my soul, fused into my blood and bones, to ever be let go by my heart.

A bit of haiku today.

The Sisyphean task of an assignment that repeats every week

"Whisper in my ear that you want some more and I will slip my hands into your soul, down, down, down to the very heart of you where the fire grows.."

Do you need me like I need you? Do you crave me like I crave you? Tell me sweet nothings underneath the moon - eUë

and isn’t it just fascinating, how you could still hold me up even when we’re apart? how seasons have passed and the thought of you still comforts me. how much of you did you give me for me to be able to still feel you despite the years between us? how much of me did you take when you left? is there enough for all the years we’ll never meet again?

I love that our lecturer began the lecture by saying that the act we're studying has the most useless definition ever because no one understands what the heck it means

I've reached the point in my life where I cannot look at a picture of jerma without proclaiming "jerma" out loud like I am a child reading from a picture book.