micah.

when you leave a sweet girl out to ROT by the side of the road. when she learns there is nobody left to return for her soul, everything gentle about her becomes brittle. every tenderness turns. micah suryadi. XVII.

[emiliaaclarke]

So, that’s a no then?

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[mayorbetteporter]

[rileyblu]

Some dude said ‘my religion is kindness’ to which she answered…

[thediaryoflaurapalmer]

He’s been to flavor-country. They should retire the table we did it on. 

[blueraspberries]

[astoundingbeyondbelief]

MEET ME IN THE PIT, YOU BIG LIZARD. (x)

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[michaelandjane]

#imagine your otp

[wordsnquotes]

I’m afraid if I listen to my heart once, I’ll never figure out how to ignore it again.

Colleen Hoover, Confess

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[shmadej-deactivated20180906]

Swallow your ire before it chokes you. War has clawed into your hollowed chest, torn you shred by porcelain shred. The fire that consumes you is anything but holy, and the cross you bear is shaped like the world you lost. Stand before the masses, let them remember who you are. Only one man has ever managed to chain you, and you killed him for it.

SWALLOW YOUR IRE BEFORE IT CHOKES YOU  ( the same way it choked your father ) // s.g.

[ercmos-blog]

julian.

‘ She is ! ’ The male began ; an ecstatic expression of amusement appearing on pale features. With movements remaining the same, Julian himself couldn’t himself contain the laughter escaping him. And after several moments of watching the younger squirm beneath him, the brunet finally PAUSED his current actions. Grip remaining tight around a slender waist; threatening to return to past games with the slightest pinch, the older locked eyes with the brunet underneath him. ‘ Do you GIVE UP ? ’

her protests were engulfed by guffaws ; weakening the last bit of strength left between short & heavy breaths. juli had the upper hand, a fact alone that made her want to knee him right in the GROIN, but his skittering touch spread a burning sensation from the center of her stomach as she struggled to wriggle away. it hurt. but as irksome as it was, it was also... nice. was it possible to feel this happy? or was it just a result of something as tribal as being tickled? as he ceased fire, micah was HELPLESS, POWERLESS & BREATHLESS ; soft shades of red creeping up on tan cheeks, thin teary layers veiling hazel hues as the rise & fall of her chest was the only motion her body had available. outstretched hands plopped to each side of her head ; an innocent gesture, a plea for peace as she caught her breath, eyes gazing up to his.  ❛  you’re SUCH an asshole,  ❜  voice barely above a whisper, it wasn’t until then that she realized delicate features had been gracing a hearty SMILE all along. shaking her head ( mostly to herself ) micah's warm palms cupped his face, a light chuckle fleeing plump lips as she pressed them against his, unable to wipe the smile off her face.

[poetdameron]

I want you. I need you. I love you. I miss you.– Like Crazy, dir. Drake Doremus, 2011.

[achillics]

lift with your knees, atlas, the heavens are a burden but in the starlit ink of constellations you have written: endure.

weight - a.j.

[pcrimo-blog]

[ me, incapable of grammar at 5 am vc ] imma make moodboards only for patty and is connections xoxoxoxoxo ¾