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So there it was, I was alive, I had survived. No one saved me, because I saved myself.

Puran Chand, Memoirs from the past (via wnq-writers)

DO YOU REALIZE THAT STILES STILINSKI INSTEAD OF TRYING TO SCAPE FROM THE WILD HUNT AND SAVE HIMSELF , HE DECIDED TO JUST GIVE UP BECAUSE TRYING TO SCAPE WOULD MEAN PUT LYDIA IN DANGER, HE WAS RATHER TO SPEND THOSE LAST SECOND CONFESSING HIS UNDYING LOVE FOR HER AND KEEPING HER SAFE THAN SAVING HIS OWN LIFE, HE LITERALLY PUT HER SAFETY OVER EVERYTHING EVEN IF THAT MEANT THAT SHE WAS GOING TO FORGET HIM FOREVER

THIS FUCKED ME UP

yeahstydia

YOU FUCKED ME UP

slamncram

About May’s “We all have our traumas, but none of us turned into psychopaths” line.

One: Can everyone on this show please stop throwing around the word ‘psychopath’ willy-fucking-nilly? I do not think it means what you think it means. Two: Yes, you all have our traumas, but unlike Grant, you had a solid support system to carry you through yours, and make sure that there was no serious risk of succumbing to them, or being made vulnerable to actual psychopaths because of them.

Like, I’m just saying, there’s a profound difference in the circumstances here that no one is acknowledging.

astrid-v

Oh but don’t you see, May is a good victim while Ward is a bad victim.

*facepalm*

Like, I fervently hope that was biased, narrow-minded May talking and not biased, narrow-minded writers.

astrid-v

Well, now we know.

weltenwellen

I think reality is thin, you know, thin as lake ice after a thaw, and we fill our lives with noise and light and motion to hide that thinness from ourselves.

Stephen King, Bag of Bones (via weltenwellen)

yennyfromthebl0ck

naturaekos

Revolutionary Road

written-on-polaroids

Darling, he doesn’t care. He doesn’t think about you at night, he doesn’t see your face in a crowded room. He forgot the color of your eyes, even though he told you he had never seen something that beautiful. He doesn’t talk about you and about how bad he misses you. He doesn’t remember what it feels like to kiss your lips. Sweetheart, he doesn’t care about you, and you chasing him, only makes his ego bigger and your pride smaller. He doesn’t love you anymore. I’m so sorry.

Let him go. (via written-on-polaroids)

nihilist1901-blog

Those who are able to see beyond the shadows and lies of their culture will never be understood, let alone believed, by the masses.

Plato (via nihilist1901)

zombiemaids

did acting ever feel like a viable career for you growing up? no! [laughs] i was raised in a small city called mishawaka in indiana. there weren’t a lot of options for actors. i was interested in acting at school, definitely, but it didn’t seem like a great career option, more a lofty idea. to say it didn’t enter my mind is a lie, though. when i was 17 i graduated high school early and thought, ‘i’m going to move to california and become an actor,’ like all those success stories in the movies. so i loaded up my 1990 lincoln town car with, like, $200 - again, like in the movies - and started to drive across the country. my car broke down on the way and i had to walk five miles into amarillo, texas, to get parts to fix the car. i spent nearly all the money. i wound up spending 48 hours in santa monica, not even real la, and thought, ‘this isn’t working out’ so i drove all the way back to indiana. it was an amazing road trip, but a total failure.