—; 𝗦. 𝗦𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗮𝘆

— Anything interesting, ima?

😈/: Oh THANK GOD I thought I was banned

😈/: aquí releyendo roles porque extraño a este hijoputa

— ꋫꃲꑾ꒒ 𓆩✷𓆪, tengo una propuesta para ti... ¿Te apetece salir un rato del Infierno?

😈/: Fun fact, acabo de recordar que cuando estaba escribiendo esta interacción pensaba mucho en este poema.

i curse this body that hears words i don't want to. i curse this head that reminds me of things i don't want to remember.

at the end of the day, we are this: you do not know how to live without me; i do not know how to find myself without you; we do not know how to exist in this world alone.

In my mind, it made sense to draw Jesus comforting Lucifer, to slice a piece off his own cloak to stop the bleeding. Two divine beings made to roam the earth. It can’t be blasphemy to draw him kind…

' to die in battle for you is my greatest honour. ' ' you said you would never leave me. ' ' there is no banquet in this world that doesn't come to an end. '

Vasily Polenov - "An Olive Tree in the Garden of Gethsemane" (1882)

— Hace más calor aquí que en el Infierno.

what doesn’t kill u makes u weird and offputting indefinitely

☠️/: —quitando el polvo por aquí—

Me hacía gracia ver qué cara ponías.

you  are  shaking  fists  and  trembling  teeth.  i  know,  you  did  not  mean  to  be  cruel.  that  does  not  mean  you  were  kind.

' just the two of us? ' ' do we need any more? '

Wrath is not a beast acting ravenous, but a human thing slowly crawling towards you. All of their actions are justified by the halo they claim to be righteous. The closer they get, the more they shed their humane appearance