incandescent glow

inej ghafa lives a largely hopeless, violent life and turns into a creature of blades and shadows in order to navigate it but abstains from murder in the hopes of achieving some semblance of holiness, as if her faith could offer her some reprieve from the filth she's been forced to live in, as if her family dead or living could feel her devotion and be called to it, and she was born to hold knives but hates it about herself because it opposes everything she believes in, and the most important person in her life currently is a man who represents absolute and utter faithless brutality which she fights against despite her bond with him because she refuses even to let kaz brekker make her something she doesn't want to be. but then he's in danger with no way out, and the only way to save him is to bury a knife in someone's skull in a church, a direct collision of faith and reality, and the guilt torments her. how will she reckon with her sin? how will the saints ever forgive her? what hope of redemption now does she have from a life that she didn't choose? and then she sits down next to a living saint, who is whispered to be a woman of purity and sunlight, who is the opposite of inej's grime and shadows. and the saint smiles and gives her a knife.

you didn’t colour your movie right i know 10 gif makers that could do a better job

Anyway *finds beauty*

being 25 is like: im dying. im living my best life. im a failure. my life hasnt started. everything interesting has already happened to me. im achieving my dreams. im cutting my hair with kitchen scissors. im starting a skincare routine. im a corporate professional. im a sellout. im out of groceries. i have too many groceries. i am never going to be successful. i am going to win a hugo award before im 30. im crazy. im boring. i need to finish this essay. i need to finish this story. i need to start a newsletter. i need to start tweeting more. i need to stop tweeting. i need to ghost all my friends. i need to tell my friends i love them. i need to find a new apartment. i need to take out the trash. i am the trash that needs to be taken out. 

was just Remembering how you’d be out with a friend and you’d each order a different cocktail and you’d ask “what’d you get?” and they’d read the description off the menu and you’d be like “ooh that sounds good” and then they’d say “try it!” and then you’d have a lil sip of their drink and they’d have a lil sip of your drink and you’d decide which one was best and you wouldn’t give each other a life-threatening respiratory infection

can y’all deal w spicy food or nah?