Vivid Creatures
A blog solely for the beauty of species
main blog: illusory euphoria
Our bodies are prisons for our souls. Our skin and blood, the iron bars of confinement. But fear not. All flesh decays. Death turns all to ash. And thus, death frees every soul.
Grand Inquisitor Silecio, The Fountain (via aveclamort)
(Source: hematitebreath)





