sorry for the relative silence here, i’ve been at welcome week for my college!

I became like a sea that swallows down everything and sinks deeper and deeper into itself.

Georg Büchner, from Complete Plays and Prose: “Danton’s Death”
(via autumnalsonata)

_{———REST CAME WITH THE GRACE OF A THREE LEGGED CUR. par the course, it shambled and fell, hopping in and out of the needed sleep, a clumsy mutt. he lifted from his cot, the ache at his back indicative of the discomfort. it was not unlike the sort of mat he slept on travelling between missions. comfort was not the brotherhood’s way, but he had to admit this was something to get used to.}

_{disoriented, he moved towards the doorway leading to the main room of the bureau. it wasn’t long before his eyes became accustomed to the dark, turning back to peer at the light filtering through the openings above his bed. no wonder he hadn’t slept — the full moon seemed to be right overhead. the man considered leaving, but the urge died quickly at the thought of the consequences. there was no familiarity aside from here in jerusalem. to think, such a holy city to his people, and he’d only visited it now.}

❝ … ‘don’t boast of tomorrow, for you know not what a day will bring.’ ❞
he turned to face malik, having sensed the man behind him.