#s. pr.

some women are lost in the fire. some women are BUILT BY IT.

why should i apologize for the monster YOU created?

If not to you Then to whom should I present Plum blossoms? For their shades and their scent both, It is you who know them best of all… (  ©  )

DEATH twitches my ear. ‘LIVE,’ she says, ‘I AM COMING.’ // promo credit.

the land where divinity goes to die. ( original character multimuse, by Eirwyn )

blood of the martyr and his crown of thorns.

              we have not touched the stars, nor are we forgiven, which brings us back to the hero’s shoulders and the gentleness that comes, not from the absence of violence, but despite the abundance of it. the lawn drowned, the sky on fire, the gold light falling backward through the glass of every room. promo cred.