garrettismyman:

i feel so sorry but i just 

like drawing shirtless garrett okay 

Black is the colour of womb and tomb; we meet at night on the dark of the moon. White is the colour of bone and ash; to speak to the dead we bathe and fast. Red is the colour of blood and death; we rub the bones and give them breath.
The Necromancer’s Chant, Sarah Anne Lawless (via thecadaverousportrait)
How come every other organ in your body can get sick and you get sympathy, except your brain?
Ruby Wax 

ohmygosh ash wraiths are rad

bukkokay:

virus followers are still followers and i expect every one of them to reblog my selfies

oghren is really bringin out the best in everyone

"i knew it would be easy" dont get smug do u kno how many times i had to hear nah i think not

denerim more like wheres the fuckin exit