daddy's little monster

All the kids cried out, "Please stop, you're scaring me!" I can't help this awful energy. Goddamn right, you should be scared of me.

[echoesofthesea]

What greater burden, What more unconquerable revolt is there, Than that of a resurrected woman? Ripe with vengeance, I termite. Tomorrow, I will button my blouse with a dozen kitchen knives and Cast your dreamless skulls into the funeral soil. And that’s just breakfast. I own my blood. What you borrowed, I will come back for. Write your name on a coffin nail then bind it in hair and wax. An ungentle ceremony for your ungentle hands. Oh Captive, my Captive, I have coined your suffering song, I’ve written you back into your hellish light. Let the drilling of the worms be your only sermon. The wasting of your flesh my salvage song.

Rachel McKibbens (from “Bruja’s Soliloquy”)

[echoofthewaves]

Shelby Crabb Moodboard-- Shake (feat. blake--hook)

[sanhawrites]

[echoofthewaves]

VANITYHELPS CHARACTER AESTHETIC:  K I L L E R  C O U P L E.

“A couple that kills together stays together.”

[evanrsiers]

[echoofthewaves]

Slytherin Couples + Aesthetics

↳ It was the wildness of it that got me going: the primal lust, the sheer needs of two people in heat, quickly finding ways to express their sacred hunger to each other in animal passion.

[clieopatra]

[echoofthewaves]

ship aesthetics : you’ve got a little blood on you 

Couples that clean blood off of each other are couples that stay together.

[basementt]

[vilainous]

[advisability]

follow me if you want to be a tumblr famous xx

[misantropensomelsketmenneskene]

[rpgmuses]

[echoofthewaves]

&&. character aesthetic — the best friends

requested by anon

[blahblht23-deactivated20160426]

[echoofthewaves]

Shelby Crabb Moodboard: feat. @blake--hook

“We’ll just head in the back entrance and jimmy our way into a room. Don’t suppose you’ve got any hairpins on ya?” “Yeah, in my bag...hairpins, switchblade, lipstick you know. Typical girly things.”

[echoofthewaves]

[deadlydemon]

[echoesofthesea]

What greater burden, What more unconquerable revolt is there, Than that of a resurrected woman? Ripe with vengeance, I termite. Tomorrow, I will button my blouse with a dozen kitchen knives and Cast your dreamless skulls into the funeral soil. And that’s just breakfast. I own my blood. What you borrowed, I will come back for. Write your name on a coffin nail then bind it in hair and wax. An ungentle ceremony for your ungentle hands. Oh Captive, my Captive, I have coined your suffering song, I’ve written you back into your hellish light. Let the drilling of the worms be your only sermon. The wasting of your flesh my salvage song.

Rachel McKibbens (from “Bruja’s Soliloquy”)

[bahliss]

[motherhalsey]

[echoofthewaves]

Control // Halsey

[deathistheonlyfuckingmortal]