the greatest necromancer of all time
The Blues Brothers (1980) // Dir. John Landis
Always reblog Jake and Elwood taking care of business.
Reblog this post to cast Crumb of Serotonin on whoever you reblogged it from
btw they just passed a law that said it’s illegal not to treat me really niceys
Destroy the myth that libraries are no longer relevant. If you use your library, please reblog.
toxic codependent familial dynamics this. toxic codependent romances that. what about toxic codependent coworkers. i can’t do my job without this guy here or i’ll kill myself.
"The gods' chosen" "the gods' champion" no that's the god's little wind up toy. The gods' chew toy. The gods' favorite barbie doll
Putting this in a Tumblr-friendly format
the lyctor trials
round 4, trial 33: Harrowhark Nonagesimus vs Paul
Heartbreaking! The worst person you know is really good at making friendship bracelets
Ianthe is // AlDente
Photo by @heykrashly
so Alecto the Ninth
the arts separately cause why not
her: you better not be my darling –my darling– my life and my bride when i get there
me in my sepulchre there by the sea — in my tomb by the sounding sea:
how does another harrow work in progress sound?
i finished htn on a plane last month and had to just sit there contemplating existence while hurtling through the sky as everyone around me carried about their day unaware
whoever coined the term pyrrhacule know that you have my heart
fucked up evil creature experiences remorse
i think that ghosts can and should decay. i think they should blur and fade, like a tape rewound too many times, or a photograph taken out and unfolded and then refolded again until it's nothing more than a vaguely recognizable smear of what was once a snapshot of time and memory. i think that clinging too tightly to a ghost should only destroy it faster, eroding it away until there's nothing left to hold on to.