Find A Lover Who Says “I See Your Trauma, And I Know You Are So Much More Than Your Experiences.”

“Nothing is permanent in this wicked world, not even our troubles.”

― Charlie Chaplin

This season is my absolute favorite

nailed it season 4 is out y’all

😊❤

francesca hayward and akane takada performing swan lake’s pas de trois

“I am afraid of you. in loving me you hold a knife at my throat. in loving you I tell you exactly where to cut. we are two against the world yet I still do not trust your hand in mine, this is new and I am terrified.”

— vulnerability - a.j.

Obsessed with the idea of sacrifice in a book being a selfish act rather than a selfless one. Their lover screaming at them: “How dare you leave me in this barren world? How dare you take away my choice to die for you and leave me with this grief?”. They are dead, and their lover is left - a gaping wound - bleeding into the ground. Do they love them so much that they would die for them, or do they love them so much that they forced the other to live without them. Sacrifice as a bitter act. Sacrifice as something wildly violent; something tormentingly cruel — but always, always built on love. Perhaps, they are both martyrs in the end.

Jolene: A ballad

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene I’m begging of you please don’t kill that man Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene Please don’t kill him even though you can Killers on a vile quest Are gathered at the king’s behest To slay the dreaded lich they call Jolene Their blades will strike at all undead And gleefully they’d take your head Oh how I would mourn for thee Jolene Your power it is beyond compare Devouring souls without a care With magiks beyond that of any queen Your eyes burn with the fires of hell a force they can never hope to quell non can er’ compare with you Jolene Your visage haunts my soundest sleep There’s nothing they can do to keep My undead heart from crying out Jolene And I can easily understand That you could conquer any land but you don’t know what you do to me Jolene Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene I’m begging of you please just take my hand. Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene Don’t try to kill them even if you can Yes you could kill a thousand men But you’d never find peace again One lucky blow is all it takes Jolene And so I come to plead anew My happiness depends on you And on what’er you choose to do Jolene Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene I’m begging of you please just take my hand. Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene Don’t try to fight them even though you can

The ink spots make them so much more angst

*SPOILERS*

i got my hands on Queen of Nothing and i hadn’t actually realised that a lot of people are asking for bits of it. these are the letters to Jude from Cardan in the exclusive edition

Don’t say anything, just reblog 

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You know you have a type when you are on a rode trip reading Fahrenheit 451 and listening to Play With Fire by Sam Tinnesz.