Sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ нυмαη

The hunter, becomes the hunted. Nowhere to go No one to trust -X- Semi-Private Independent OC roleplay side-blog. Please read the rules + info page. -UNDER CONSRTUCTION-

[sadistic-mind]

[paroi]

she’s the girl with a fairytale face but her mouth screams like a wolf’s

words of the consultant, minjeong son (via paroi)

[alittlemorethanhuman]

                                                                                       It’s killing you.                                                                                        People keep getting hurt                                                             and you just can’t stop it.

[akaixtsuki]

Even monsters need someone at their side.

(via sangundanarchie)

[imjustemalee]

I fucking lost it as soon as I lost you.

Damn (via young-andwasted)

[onceuponamusing]

Monster is a relative term. To a canary, a cat is a monster. We’re just used to being the cat.

Dr. Henry Wu, Jurassic World (via allthewritethings)

[gorgeousphotosets-blog]

[gaptoothbitch]

[alittlemorethanhuman]

gaptoothbitch:

TADASHI SHOJI FW 2014

[tomuse-blog]

& you stopped being scared of the boogeyman that monster in your closet, the witches beneath the moon when you  s t u m b l e d  upon something far more frightening –

yourself.

[megaman2]

[angstmemes]

Reblog if your muse can speak more than one language.

[alittlemorethanhuman]

       “This is private property, what are you doing here?” Despite her weak state, once Melinda sensed a presence near the cottage where she was currently recovering, she went to investigate. Hopefully she didn’t appear as injured and weak as she actually was, and hopefully there wouldn’t be any fighting involved.

[alittlemorethanhuman]

When Melinda was small, about 4 or so, her mother brought her to a small cottage in Denmark. It had been owned by her grandfather who passed the ownership on to her mother when he passed away.

For Melinda, this place holds nothing but happy memories. Once a year, every year, Melinda and her mother would stay in this little cottage, usually for about a week. They would spend the first day cleaning, the second day shopping, and the next few days playing games, going for walks, and just having fun together. At night they would curl up on the couch in the small living room and watch a movie or tell stories. Melinda would fall asleep, her mother would put her to bed, then a few hours later Melinda would wake up, crawl out of bed, then crawl into her mother’s bed, curl up next to her, and fall asleep. This was their routine, their tradition. 

After Melinda’s mother died, and Melinda went out on her own, the cottage became little more than a fond memory in the back of her mind. It was years before she stepped foot in that cottage again, and when she did, it came with a rush of emotions she was not ready for.

Melinda now goes to the cottage when she needs to recover. Whether it be from exhaustion or a serious injury.

[witnessprotectionwithwings-blog]

my shoulders are h e  a   v    y            my ѕιηѕ are too many                       everything i touch                    becomes τλίɴτεɖ      my hands are bloody a million times over                 and every day it’s  ̶f̶̶r̶̶e̶̶s̶̶h̶                             i never asked for this agony this                                                           G U I L T

[littleprinceoftheforest-blog]

Reblog if your muse has lost one or both of their parents.

[alittlemorethanhuman]

[alittlemorethanhuman]

police: THIS IS THE POLICE! OPEN YOUR DOOR NOW!!!

me: not with that attitude

[alittlemorethanhuman]

                                A monster                                                                                        A monster

                                                                       I͓̱̲̱̼͊̐͋ͫ̀̅̋̚̕͢’ͯͦ̍͊̓̓ͧ͏̷̞̮͉̼͉͕̠͔̲V̞̠̇ͯ͆́͝E̛̞̣̝͖̯̖͗̎͐ ̶̨͔̮͓͙͔ͮͤ̐ͮͮT̫̞̞̼̫͇̪̅͐̋ͅỦ͔̪̠̱͇̗͙̎́R̶͔̻̙̭̫̘̬̥̽N̡̧͍͕͕̐̓ͬ̅̇ͮ͋͝Ë̺̤̗͎ͨ̉̾ͭ̓͡D͕̖̗͔̝ͤ̐͊ͮ̾ͣ̀͛ ̛̲̯͌͒͑̈́̊̍I̵̖͖ͣ͂͌ͦ͌͝N̜͓̪̗̺͎̺͈̊̓T̡͈̝̖͖̠͚͚͋̇̉O̸̧͚̠̦̙̦̻̦̿̎́́ͅ ̸ͣ̂̔̀̽̊͂̓͏̲͇Ạ̠̥ͦͤͥ̄̐͜͡ ̴̡̯͉̖̤̠̞ͤͫ͆ͪͫ͝M̷̴͉̤̼̤̳̪͚̯͊ͬ͂͂ͧO̶̼̲̽̅̆̔̄ͤŅ̞͎̤̱̙͕̈́̿̿̍̃̌̓̅͋Ś̵̷̤̗̘̙͙̪̺̣͍̓ͧ́̄͗ͯͫ̚͢T̸̡̬̝̖̮ͨͩͤ̓̌̆̄͘E̻̯̫̣̖̮͇ͮ͌͒̆̈́̏̆̔̀ͅȐ̵̰͓̗̳̂͝