mythandrists:

MONSTERS AND MAGIC | The False Messiah

Her gospel is blood and bone, her holy shroud gold on bare skin. Her temple has wings. They call her saviour, harlot, megalomaniac, love. Her disciples, her doubters; with her or against her; there is no in between. She makes war with a prayer and a smile. Let them flock to her; let them worship at her altar; let them burn her as a witch. Her name will outlast them all.

You can let yourself disappear or you can stir things up. Never settle, shake loose, embrace the elements. Because from now on, you will always rise.

foxmouth:

Select Works by Gustav Klimt

  1. Life and Death — 1908-1911 
  2. The Virgins — 1912-1913
  3. The Kiss — 1907-1908
  4. Portrait of Adele Bloch-Bauer I —1907 
  5. Ria Munk on the Deathbed —1912
  6. Music I — 1895

elucipher:

Bruce Sterling, Preface to Mirrorshades [x]

lmnpnch:

I had wings once. They were strong. They were stolen from me.

buckynatasha:

anonymous and vltron asked: buckynat or stevebucky?

"Never even realized how lost I was without her. But I always was. Just some lost soldier who forgot he ever had a home.Until she gave me one."

manticoreimaginary:

Did you ever notice how in the Bible, whenever God needed to punish someone, or make an example, or whenever God needed a killing, he sent an angel? Did you ever wonder what a creature like that must be like? A whole existence spent praising your God, but always with one wing dipped in blood. Would you ever really want to see an angel?

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