faux;

anita. 1997. melancholic. “i often don't say things out loud, even when i should. i contain and compartmentalize to a disturbing degree: in my belly-basement are hundreds of bottles of rage, despair, fear, but you'd never guess from looking at me.”

[writtensecretsonparchment]

New Year’s Eve Blessing

”As the year comes to an end, And the Wheel turns new again, I honor the past with this candle’s light. I bid farewell to the old, and its lessons I will hold, And greet the Sun as it takes a new flight.”

- Written Secrets on Parchment

[rosedewson]

Sebastian Stan  © photographed by Kathryn Wirsing for Esquire Magazine

[wulfhalls]

                          the  w o r l d  is  t u r n i n g

[theons-deactivated20200725]

make me choose: asked by @ravenfuckinreyes ♥ sansa stark or bellamy blake

Who we are, and who we need to be to survive are very different things. 

[briennesjaime]

♪♫♬ let’s go to the mall ♪♫♬

[poisonedsequin]

Anne Hathaway Glamour Magazine 2018

[strangersource]

What is wrong with my boy?

[books-n-quotes]

It takes ten times as long to put yourself together as it does to fall apart.

Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay (via books-n-quotes)

[itsthatunique]

Hey. Hey! Hey! This is not happening. But… No, no, no, no, no. No buts. I promised I’d keep you shitheads safe, and that’s exactly what I plan on. We’re staying here. On the bench. And we’re waiting for the starting team to do their job.

[rosedewson]

feet on the ground, eyes on the sky 6:34 p.m. // september 8th

[winonariyder]

doodles on 10.3.17 // sunrise, sea, constellation, mountains.

[dansphil]

Chicago Typewriter  

↳ “There’s nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”

[jeanmoreaux]

Always do what you’re a f r a i d to do.

― E. Lockhart, We Were Liars

[lornashores]

📍 Carthage, Tunisia (23.08.2017)

[cruvcio]

Crying helps me slow down and obsess over the weight of life’s problems.

[lexilhoward]

’ The decision was made a long time ago, before any of us knew each other, when we were all strangers who would have just passed each other on the street before the world ended. And know we mean everything to each other. ’

[renissance]

In Greek mythology, the Moirai or Moerae /ˈmɪrˌiː/ or /ˈmiːˌriː/ (Ancient Greek: Μοῖραι, “apportioners”), often known in English as the Fates (Latin: Fatae), were the white-robed incarnations of destiny; Their number became fixed at three: Klotho, Lachesis and Atropos.