sophsknight:

bloodstainedgauntlet:

my knight you have to live you have to get up you have to put your hand over your wound and hold it there. you have to keep walking and walking and walking because you cannot lay down yet, it’s not time. wipe the blood off your breastplate and look up into the sun. lean on your sword if you need to. lift one foot after another. get up. get up. this would be a pitiful grave.

this would be a pitiful grave.

forsapphics:

ALT

Two women kissing (1910s)

punkitt-is-here:

punkitt-is-here:

fat tboys how does it feel to be the realest motherfuckers on earth

djbodyhorror:

djbodyhorror:

djbodyhorror:

they call me the cello the way they’re all spreading their legs for me

It would be more accurate to say “they call me the cello the way a select few weirdos are spreading their legs for me,” as the cello is not a widely played instrument, nor am I a widely liked person.

they call me the cello the way I go SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH

polish-lolita:

voidsnout:

voidsnout:

memewhore:

hold on let me google something

what the fuck

plasmalogical:

plasmalogical:

lets start wearing cloaks and swords again. its time

you may not

andorerso:

“they make me insane” and it’s my own ocs

yokowan:

yokowan:

okay I’ll bite

hawm

lockaccle:

Can the stars reach you down there?

gloriesunsung:

svdcvnt:

Everything I’ve Ever Let Go Of Has Claw Marks On It

To save someone else going through eleventy billion reverse image searches - the sculptor is David Altmejd.

Thought 2, 2019