Crow's Cross

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I can’t stop looking at this…but it’s making me sickk. fajsdnfioaefanhsl

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She Is The Dark Warrior

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peculiar-disposition:

Her fingers are made from splinters, a trace of every tree she touched, they grow from her bones like leaves from branches. Like old winters, her eyes are grey but bright, absent of thought but not of light. Words like hers are the kind that leave a taste on your tongue, like the blood of a split lip, but without the sting. Her hair hands like storm clouds, and the raindrops send shivers down your spine, but there’s a comfort found amongst the goosebumps that line her ghostly skin. The vein lines run wild like roots that entangle beneath the surface, they follow along the bones to the splinters in her fingers. And she grows with it all.

infamus-revenge:

La caída del Diablo

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limmynem:

Graphite - hernan marin

I’m back :)