only the gods are real

They promise altars and arks; the hollow earth, the ascending light. You will be gold, and gold again. You are not surprised when their throats are torn open, revealed to be hollow. It is cold here at the end of all ages.

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1:43 PM   ·   3,064 notes

Over a century ago, humanity was driven to nigh-extinction by the appearance of a natural enemy known as the Titans. The construction of a reinforced wall afforded them a territory where they could find some reprieve. This isn’t to say that the whole human race has been subjugated within the confines of the wall, however. There are those who venture into the lands swarming with Titans; those who are members of a military division.

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rivai—heichou:

Source: cotton [Pixiv]

rivai—heichou:

Source: cotton [Pixiv]


We are the granddaughters of the witches you weren’t able to burn.
— Unknown (via veliikaya)

1:25 AM   ·   251 notes

sonnywortzik:
john/justin (doesn't matter if it's shippy or a friendship thing i don'T EVEN CARE), justin as disciple to john's prophet.

ghostbong:

the thing about faith is that it’s tested. no faith the world over goes untested, untried, is left to be content and whole and warm in a person’s heart. through war, through murder, through shit that makes justin’s heart and head hurt so badly that his eyes go unfocused and his hand shake. he stands by john and john’s word, carries it to the desperate and the sick and the angry and the unbelieving. they bury their resistance in his skin like fish hooks, try to reel him to them and away from john, try to make him bleed and pry apart the cracks in his faith. split him open like water that worms its way in to concrete in the winter and freezes. they don’t believe he would lay down his life at the feet of john’s word, of john’s work, but justin’s followed him through deserts and has starved at his command, and has long been acquainted with the backs of those who have turned away from their work. john luther is a hard man to follow.

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  • me: talk dirty to me
  • you: i think david fincher's version of tgwtdt is an unbelievably tense thriller with an incredible eye for detail and subtlety in combining classic mystery ideas with contemporary technology and rooney mara's performance is the anchor to the whole film, she's a haunting presence so rooted in real anxieties and fears
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excdus:

These iron islands appear in the middle of the salt lake Arizaro in Argentina, their colors are the result of oxidation across millions of years. 
Stéphane San Quirce

excdus:

These iron islands appear in the middle of the salt lake Arizaro in Argentina, their colors are the result of oxidation across millions of years. 

Stéphane San Quirce

11:12 PM   ·   11,745 notes

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