Himalayas, Moon Mountains (tempera on canvas, 1933) by Nicholas Roerich
May I ask you something? Why are you on their side? Why fight for a doomed race who will hunt us down as soon as they realize their reign is coming to an end? I’m sorry for what happened in the camps. I truly am. But everything I did, I did for you. To unlock your power. To make you embrace it. You’ve come a long way from bending gates. I’m so proud of you. And you’re just starting to scratch the surface. Think of how much further we could go, together. I don’t want to hurt you, Erik. I never did. I want to help you. This is our time. Our age. We are the future of the human race. You and me, son. This world could be ours.
There was no waking from this nightmare, no comforting whisper in the dark that he was safe really, that it was all in his imagination; the last and greatest of his protectors had died, and he was more alone than he had ever been.
Maurice Sapiro aka Maurice L. Sapiro (b. 1932, NJ, USA) - Moonglow, 2014 Paintings: Oil
the king who died twice.
I feel like I’m going to be that aunt who drinks vodka straight out of the bottle and ruins Christmas.
Judge me on the work, that’s all I can say.
game of thrones + pretty colors (pt. II)
I think the universe is trying to tell me something and I’m finally ready to listen. I’m just not the man I thought I was.