I'll be there to share my wings
Close your eyes and call my name
My name is Kathleen. Minnesota. I like to make people happy. You're beautiful, have a wonderful day.

Just very strange. 13 weeks where the snapchat best friend will be replaced. The name will fall from recently texted and soon be buried. A face that has been so familiar gone. But he’ll be back. And I’ll be okay.

‘You disappear so completely into your head sometimes,’ he said. ‘I wish I could follow you.’
Cassandra Clare (via exoticwild)
jolinxo:

this is amazing

jolinxo:

this is amazing

ryoku:

i want to post this picture of the sunset last night cause it was so pretty

ryoku:

i want to post this picture of the sunset last night cause it was so pretty

narcotic:

"guys are always hitting on me its SO annoying" 

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wallylock:

when you share your evil schemes with your friends

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king-emare:

msjenai:

Leaving this here…

shit

king-emare:

msjenai:

Leaving this here…

shit

gooftroopin:

me:

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you:

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commandroid:

rebuttalofbullets:

topseaturvy:

commandroid:

you’re trans??? prove it using the quadratic formula

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how do u like them apples

your use of mathematics shocks and horrifies me

eat my entire ass

i am not the story
you have been told.

i am not pure
nor powerless
i am not your fantasy
of an innocent you can corrupt.

you think he took me?
you think i knew not what i did
when i laughed and placed those crimson seeds
upon my tongue?

do not mistake my kindness
for naievete.
i am forest fires and flower buds
i am poisonous thorns and newborn foals
i am death and rebirth—
cross me at your peril.
(you shall find that pretty rose vines
are just as lovely when they wrap tight over your limbs
and shatter your bones.)

my lord, he brings me bloodstained flowers,
and i give him kisses laced with venom
he gifts me graveyards to plant my orchids
and i send him the torn heads of men
who wrong my maidens.
(i teach them combat alongside botany. both are arts.)
he rules with iron fist and i
with gentle touch.
we live and love in a curious harmony
of sweet birdsong
and the tortured screams of sinners.

come springtide i am bound to earth,
to my mother’s sunfilled meadows
her unequivocal, enduring love.
and by the fading light of summer
i return to my lover’s onyx walls
and cimmerian heart.
i cherish both but they know
they would have no claim on me if i did not desire it
for i belong to myself,
i am only my own—
half flowering creation,
half blistering hellfire.

he calls me his lady
but he knows
i am a queen.

persephone speaks, by a.c. (via stilesies)

jaclcfrost:

eternally passionate about movie soundtracks and movie costumes and deleted scenes from movies and concept art for movies and scenery from movies and bloopers from movies and watching movies and movie theaters and just movies


I don’t want your picture on my cell phone. I want you here with me.

I don’t want your picture on my cell phone. I want you here with me.


fuckyeahfashioncouture:

18th Century Back in Fashion at Versailles
"Marie-Antoinette Meets Vivienne Westwood"
Pierre Balmain Haute Couture SS 1954

fuckyeahfashioncouture:

18th Century Back in Fashion at Versailles

"Marie-Antoinette Meets Vivienne Westwood"

Pierre Balmain Haute Couture SS 1954

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