I looked back at the headstone. Genevieve was there again, what was left of her breaking into nothingness each time the wind blew through her. She didn’t look as terrifying.
She looked broken. The way you would look if you lost the only person you ever loved.
“Heirloom” Pop-Up Art Book by Alison Ann Woodward unfolds piece by piece to reveal the anatomy of a white horned creature.
One of my favorite things ever
One of my favorite things ever too
mordred appreciation week
day 2: favorite friendship or relationship → morgana & mordred
N e v e r F R O W N .
S o m e o n e c o u l d b e f a l l i n g i n l o v e w i t h y o u r S M I L E .
I’m moving tomorrow! So I have no idea when I’m going to have internet again, I’ll try to prepare a queue though
Morgana Pendragon Appreciation WeekDay 1: Favorite season ƒ S1
our ends are beginnings
- Having a Beginning
- Having an Ending
- But WHERE’S THE MIDDLE?!?
- HOW DO I GET TO THE ENDING
- WHAT IS A PLOT
- WHAT ARE PLOT DETAILS
- WHAT IS WRITING
And most importantly:
- HOW DO I TITLE
Ask Siri if it plans to fill your room with deadly neurotoxin
don’t fucking fold up the poems i write you
into your breast pocket and say,
‘they’re close to my heart.’
rip them to shreds and sprinkle them over your cereal.
digest them. digest me.
if my words are meant to worm their way into your heart,
let them start in your stomach, and work their way into your bloodstream,
because a man’s stomach is the quickest way to his heart, right?