20 years of age, I reblog mostly fantasy art, quotes from literature, games I've played and other stuff I like with small intermissions of a more personal matter. Feel free to ask me what ever you like.
You find a way, somehow, to get through the most horrible things, things you think would kill you. You find a way and you move through the days, one by one, in shock, in despair, but you move. The days pass, one after the other, and you go along with them — occasionally stunned, and not entirely relieved, to find that you are still alive.
“The Year of Fog” by Michelle Richmond (via mirroir
I’m not satanic but these are some damn good rules.
satan does not support rape, animal cruelty, or child abuse
when walking in open territory, bother no one. if someone bothers you, ask them to stop. if they do not stop, destroy them.
*Today on I Didn’t Know I was a Satanist*
I agree with all of these rules…I’m really uncomfortable now
Reason number whatever that I am satanic :)