foxsmvlder:

Do you know how it feels to be afraid, lying there frozen with my eyes wide open? Do you know how it feels to find a trace of words unspoken with my eyes wide open? I know your secret, I can feel you calling. I know that you’re there, I know that you’re there.

Avacados at Law + Braille

Insp. (x)

study-nsp-main:

1.04 ; in the blood

they say the past is etched in stone, but it isn’t. it’s smoke, trapped in a closed room, swirling, changing. buffeted by the passing of years and wishful thinking. but even though our perception of it changes, one thing remains constant. the past can… never be completely erased. it lingers. like the scent of burning wood.

wrlfgang-deactivated20170108:

“Do you believe in the Devil, Father?”

sherlockswift:

“You know, the only thing I remember from Sunday school is the martyrs… the saints, the saviors… they all end up the same way. Bloody and alone. ”

foxsmvlder:

I want him to meet his maker, I used to be a lover, now I’m a hater.
My passion to succeed is watching him bleed.
Oh Lord, what have become of me?
The evil within has never been greater.
My soul has been seized and he’s the dictator.
I’ve been dragged through the mud, I can still taste the blood.
Oh Lord, what have become of me?

moiragetes:

This is the part where law meets reality.

“On occasion, I have to convince people that I’m not suicidal.

This will reassure no one.”

Daredevil 012

study-nsp-main:

we fight every night for something
when the sun sets we’re both the same
half in the shadows
half burned in flames

scorseseglasses:

“I’m not seeking penance for what I’ve done, Father. I’m asking for forgiveness… for what I’m about to do.”