No I Don’t Have An “astigmatism” I Can Just See The Halos Of The Angels That Live In Car Head Lights

speak now is for women only because i think men should speak never

Absolutely no one is doing it like the Long Quiet and the Shifting Mound.

They’re nascent gods. They’re the embodiments of change and stagnation, and as such are in constant opposition. They used to be one. They were torn from each other, edges purposefully left bloody and ragged. They feel each other’s absence like a wound. They love each other, because all that is not one is the other. They love each other, because to love the other is to love what once was theirs. They are beyond human comprehension, and yet their relationship encompasses all the brightest and strangest and most grotesque human emotions. They flirt awkwardly with each other. They threaten each other. They trick each other. They have erotic knife fights. They have intense philosophical debates. They make each other better. They mutilate each other. They are the universe itself, perceiving itself, ever evolving and self-immolating and expanding as they discover new avenues of expression and experience. They destroy each other, over and over again. They forgive each other every time.

This is a love story, and they are love.

Saving the monster is just as much of a power fantasy as slaying the monster.

rip Achilles you would've loved hightop sneakers

Metaphorically I guess you could say Hua Cheng as crimson rain represents heaven's blood and period cramps considering his whole blood rain thing and periodic just being a huge pain in the balls for everyone involved and then Xie Lian would therefore be the tampon sucking up his destruction briefly before he eventually enters his toxic shock era and destroys heaven even more than hc did

Both Reached For The Pristine Blade

tarot card reading except i just make "ooo" "ah" and "wow" sounds the whole time instead of telling you what the cards mean