Goëtia

Musician/Artist

https://soundcloud.com/redofa

Mais l’important ce n'est toujours pas la chute, c’est l’atterrissage.
-La Haine

one who has eaten the fruit and tasted its mysteries

supp junkie, halfway crook here

daughter

violet fluorescent lights

life's like spongebob close-ups

oh i need, i need new ways to wase my time, i need, i need new ways

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be mean

IT'S CLOBBERIN TIME!

mdma

even the liar accepts lying, but the believers continue to spread that lie with belief.
- Redofa

smile elena <3

nobody exists on purpose. nobody belongs anywhere. everybody’s gonna die.

“Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it.”

Racon

this hits.... idk, sad ?

“If you dont have any shadows you're not in the light”

top acting

what an acting

"You were good son, real good; maybe even the best."

-Soldier R.I.P. Rick May


"In the darkest times, hope is something you give yourself. That is the meaning of inner strength."
- Iroh...

dying

fun's fun but who needs it ?

Here's a touchin' story, "Once upon a time you died, and I lived happily ever after." The end.

I love you, Azula. I do.

I'll ride the wave. Where it takes me.

“...Make your jokes. I'll be seeing you soon...”
–Charlie

Crazy? I was crazy once!

imhavingawfulnightmaresalwaysthatsmyeternalcurse

if you gaze long into an abyss the abyss also gazes into you

"That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even death may die."
H.P.L.

"Leaves from the vine
Falling so slow
Like fragile tiny shells
Drifting in the foam"

-Iroh

"Desiring things happens the moment you stop waiting for them." This is life's way of saying, "I'm not undressing while you're looking."
-Redofa

We believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . . And one fine morning

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past

Take care old sport