Some Of You Bitches Havent Sacrificed Your Hands And Eyes To A Sentient Forest That Speaks Latin And

some of you bitches haven’t sacrificed your hands and eyes to a sentient forest that speaks latin and it shows

i’ve probably mentioned it before, but andreil is still my biggest comfort ship. no matter what new fandom i get into, no matter what new ships i like, they’re the ones i always come back to. every time i come back to them it feels like coming home

when ur bf almost breaks up w you while ur a comatose but he’s too in love to let u go so he comes and visits u every day instead and then he goes scrying and tries to find ur dream like state and when he finds u he is terrified of ur true form but when he realizes it it’s you he laughs and cries in relief

“it was possible that there were two gods in this church” adam parrish has never been wrong about anything ever

Manibus. For your hands. The hands i've been dreaming since i was a little kid. The hand holding my hand in this weird but heartwarming recurring dream where i'm dead, while a voice tells me i'm never alone. Those hands. No biggie. Ahah!

I have three modes of reading

Dont read

Read a 500 page book in a day

Read only fanfiction until my eyeballs drop out of my skull from exhaustion