oblivion

Photo Source: barnyz &  Lana L. on Flickr

What do you see? The island. Life. Death and decay, that feeds new life. Warmth. Cold. Peace. Violence. And between it all? Balance… an energy… a Force. And inside you? Inside me, that same Force.

(remake of an older edit of mine)

What must it be like, I wonder, to live in a world where food appears at the press of a button? How would I spend the hours I now commit to combing the woods for sustenance if it were so easy to come by? What do they do all day, these people in the Capitol, besides decorating their bodies and waiting around for a new shipment of tributes to rill in and die for their entertainment? (insp.)

art moodboard : Claude Monet No one is an artist unless he carries his picture in his head before painting it, and is sure of his method and composition.

a daughter was born, and they called her aurora. yes, they named her after the dawn, for she filled their lives with sunshine

I mean, who am I supposed to eat lunch with?

Chanel Cruise 2018

the first time i’d entered the fold, i’d feared the darkness and my own death. now, darkness was nothing to me, and i knew that soon death would seem like a gift.

Reading Challenge 2018: Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo

16 hours of sleep: I’m exhausted

You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts. You need her, as she needs you

Many that live deserve death. Some that die deserve life.

Gods be good, why would any man ever want to be king? When everyone was shouting King in the North, King in the North, I told myself … swore to myself … that I would be a good king, as honorable as Father, strong, just, loyal to my friends and brave when I faced my enemies … now I can’t even tell one from the other.