moved @ emohell

very specific and intense obsessions as a demarcation of time; the season of this album, the time of that book, the age of that fixation

are you, are you coming to the tree

↳ Captain America: The Winter Soldier + silhouettes/faceless

taking an innocent life takes something from you as well, a bit of your soul… darkening it, dimming the once brilliant, golden yellow to a cold, steel blue.

Favorite fictional characters: Newt

If the boy who draws

let’s you look over his shoulder.

If the poet

smiles

and shows you her words.

If the girl who sings for the shower only,

hums a song

in front of you.

Know that you’re no longer a person

but the air

and dust

that fills their lungs.

When the world perishes,

and all things cease to exist,

you’ll remain inside an ink stain,

a paint brush,

a song.

— Alaska Gold

are you ready for an adventure? || a minecraft au playlist || {listen}

art source [x] || requested by malcolmiavellian

I wrote a poem which goes from stumbling upon a single track from some unknown band to standing below them at a show. They were the “soundtrack of my youth,” my reason to look forward to another day, and I cannot thank them enough for that.