“But, let the self judge the right and the wrong, let others decide to praise or to blame, let gains and losses remain uncommented on. I, too, know what I should and shouldn’t do.”
art from my wwx playlist
Adore - Savages
He pressed his lips toward the skeleton hand and whispered something. Then he was quiet, as though he was listening for something. A while later, he nodded slightly. The hand formed a flower bud again and withdrew into the soil.
there is something in your throat that wants to get out and you won't let it.
My amulets, my charms
I set all my false alarms
So I'll be someone
Who won't be forgotten
Can someone tell me... what am I supposed to do now?
here is my hand that will not harm you.
art from my wwx playlist:
🎵Window - Fiona Apple
Birth of Wei Wuxian!
Based on MXTX’s postscript:
based on this tweet! A circe au wwx is two of my most favourite things combined and I really wanted to draw it :'D
