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miikasaas:

fullmetal pipsqueak ftw


Like an acorn in a forest fire, sometimes you have to self destruct in order to re-birth.

hijabiyonce (via wnq-writers)

Harm—-

                what is mine

                                 &
                                       
I’ll make you bleed


siegeln:

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           mrow. scratch, scratch. mrow? scratch.

         there isn’t a cat in his armor. what? no. you’re hearing things. and he’s sweating. suits of armor don’t sweat, but alphonse elric does when there’s a cat in his chest cavity, WHICH THERE ISn’T. 

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     || ♔ || Ling shifts at the sudden noise. It sounded like…a cat? He scans the surroundings; no felines in sight. He’d mark it off as hearing things if it wasn’t for Alphonse. If suits of armour could have expressions, Al’s would be turning purple with guilt.

     “…Al? You okay?”


The sixth icon in your folder is your muse’s reaction to watching someone they despise die.

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on vacation;;

iinvxctus:

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//Hey y’all! I’m going to be going on vacation from July 10th to the 31st. Unfortunately, I’ll have a pretty packed schedule while I’m away, so my activity on Tumblr will be limited. You can still reply, tag me in things, and send in asks though, I promise I’ll reply ASAP. 

Oh, yeah, I’m putting this in my queue so everyone can see it. Try not to miss me too much ;)


muns, reblog this with your faceclaim.

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on vacation;;

iinvxctus:

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//Hey y’all! I’m going to be going on vacation from July 10th to the 31st. Unfortunately, I’ll have a pretty packed schedule while I’m away, so my activity on Tumblr will be limited. You can still reply, tag me in things, and send in asks though, I promise I’ll reply ASAP. 

Oh, yeah, I’m putting this in my queue so everyone can see it. Try not to miss me too much ;)


The hardest person you’d ever need to grant forgiveness to is always yourself.

s3r4t0nin (via wnq-writers)

there are things out there that want to kill you.
that will kill you.
and then there is the ghost of a breath at your ear,
the hand at the small of your back, whispers that
wrap you in gossamer night until you go blind,
saying, 'destroy yourself; you do it so much better.’

you can stare into the abyss
this raw, dark, damning thing of wonder –
don’t be afraid to get lost in it. everyone does.
then blink, and walk away.


lessons in progress (part two), s.a.
(via mythaelogy)

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