[deanmoretti]

Stefan Ryun Moretti

River Liam Renn Moretti

Rogue Luca Moretti

Blue Moretti

Harlyn October Moretti

Blaire Luna Moretti

Orion Wolf Axel Moretti

Bronx Etta Lane Moretti

[deanmoretti]

Donatien Alexander Moretti

Elijah James Moretti

Rhodes Loki Rayne Moretti

Kana Lane Moretti

Hadley Morgan Moretti

Aurora ‘Rory’Knox Moretti

Kiernan Dillon Storm Moretti

Shiloh Pax Moretti

Alexandra Jamie Moretti

Heath Victor Moretti

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[deanmoretti]

violent delights: a mix for murder couples.

the sweetest honey is loathsome in his own deliciousness. for the derelict pairs whose hands find each other’s skin with so much as a glance; entwined in sweat, blood, murder. “what’s the fun in fucking if i can’t try to kill you at least?” a present for hooking. ( listen / download ) 

[lastdaysofmagic]

He felt warm and familiar. He felt solid and safe. I wanted to cling to his shirt, bury my face into the warm curve of his neck, and never let go.

Becca Fitzpatrick, Crescendo (via lastdaysofmagic)

[deanmoretti]

@deannn: something caught your eye mom? something blonde perhaps? #momimheretoo 

[deanmoretti]

@deannn: when you give the kitten some edge and teach him how to wear a snapback. he’s pretending to be annoyed with me taking a picture, but really he’s loving the fact that he looks good #stillababy #stillasoftie 

[deanmoretti]

scorpio is death and passion and spirituality. they feel a deep connection to the underworld, to darkness and secrets and mysteries. they are secretive and intense, very observant, but unlike virgo, they analyze everyone they meet. they can be overcome by jealousy, and their feelings are always deep and overwhelming. they love with everything they have. they are impossible to forget, they will brand their name into your skin, and their words into your soul. they are vengeful and know exactly where to strike, how to hurt and create a wound that will never heal.

[deanmoretti]

Eli Finley & Dean Moretti || moodboard edition ?/? beginnings 

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[thenightmareandhisglitterotp]

Dean Moretti || “the angels with their clipped wings, stalk the city streets at night - they were promised prayers but here their mouths are filled with blood”

[insane-addiction]

[stanzae]

i. You fight because it is the most intimate act you can think of, the way blood flows from one body and spills onto the other, the way your bones collapse on impact, a meteorite fist landing in your concave crater cheek. ii. There are no skeletons in your closet–they’re stuffed into the confession booth beside the altar to which you have chained yourself, and they rattle and they shake like a warning when you feel yourself drifting too far. (You are unsure whether this is because you are pious or because god is something you can see without a working pair of eyes.) iii.  Your memories are flame-licked and stained with blood, you’ve learned to read the wind and it whispers secrets into your ears. You know there is a pair of lips waiting to swallow you whole, heart and all; the shifts in the air tell you that you are gravitating in the wrong direction. iv. There is a compass tattooed to your insides and still you are hopelessly lost. Heaven and Hell are warring inside you, always brutal, always merciless. If you fall, does it mean that you, too, were once an angel?

manifesto for the unsung martyr // j.d.k. (via stanzae)

[heybiancaaa]

[stanzae]

i. Raging boy with twigs sprouting from between your teeth, run the other way. You know too well how hard it is to feel your limbs once they’ve been snapped off. ii. You look into his eyes and see dense, dark woods, his birdsfeather lashes flutter like wings. You pretend you are not interested in finding out how high he can take you. iii. He will set your chest on fire and call it heartwarming, and you will thank him. iv. Stop allowing gods into unholy spaces; his fingers do not belong between your lips, he does not belong inside your arms. This is sacrilege, but the flush of your skin on skin on skin burns more than the wrath of Hell ever could. v. You want to kiss him and you want to choke him, angry blood pumps through your veins, your beastly hearts roar in unison.  vi. Each night you raze each other like old cities and each morning you rebuild, stacking soft kisses like bricks. It is so easy to get lost in all the glorious ways you can turn yourselves to ruins. vii. He is the ancient static buzzing in your deaf ear, the unmoving hand on an obsolete timepiece.  viii. Each minute you find yourself wondering is he the dreamer or the dream?

sleeping in a bed of flames // j.d.k. (via stanzae)

[deanmoretti]

@deannn: sunday mornings with this six foot baby #teatimeforteddy #lookatthatsweaterpaw #loveit #lovehim elijahfvck

[deanmoretti]

m o r e t t i  s i b l i n g s || moodboard edition 1/? lucasmxretti rxguemoretti ryxnmoretti

[forever-may-you-run]