stand by me // songs from final fantasy xv {by florence and the machine}
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stand by me // songs from final fantasy xv {by florence and the machine}
You don’t want to hear the story of my life, and anyway I don’t want to tell it, I want to listen to the enormous waterfalls of the sun. And anyway it’s the same old story— a few people just trying, one way or another, to survive. Mostly, I want to be kind.
Mary Oliver, from New and Selected Poems (via luthienne)
you filled yourself up with so much light, you forgot about the shadows that’d follow, so you blew a kiss to the stars, and asked them: how do I survive? and they answered: it’s simple. you burn.
and you have been dying ever since // k.s. (via worthystevie)
school semi-hiatus
School is breaking me in two (like my medical expenses) and my activity has been low because of it. But for the coming month or two weeks, I’ll be away from here and focusing on the last stretch of my semester. Things will be posted, but thread replies will be rare - I’m kind of in the middle of a burn out. :’) Hope you all have a wonderful December though, take it easy and take care of yourselves!
i don’t need you to fight my battles, i just need for you to be there when my hands begin to tremble and my voice breaks, to help me steady my sword and teach me how to roar.
m.v., I am my own savior, you are a companion.
no amount of medals or commendation can withstand your tempest of doubt. you’re the son of the sky and yet you clip your wings before they can even find wind. this is how you grow now, beyond the shadow of your own and the safety of your pack. alone. art credit. | written by derrick
“That was nosier than I thought it would be.”
7th year | accepting | @heartcheeks
‘ wait no it’s expelliarmus, sorry star. expulso … i can’t believe i - geez. ‘ he groans, mortified by the smoking hole just a few ways from them. jason had a freakishly vice grip on his wand from watching the explosion as he pinches the bridge of his nose; no glasses. ‘ how am i going to explain this?‘
i know there’s shade going around but where the sun tho
@romanstorm replied
apollo’s fuckin w/ u man
what the h ell when did the g ods get to take the days off on holidays
its only 4pm and it’s looking like the twilight zone, the sun just ding dong ditched me so hard rn
Daily reminder!
Sentence Meme: Harry Potter ( Book ) Edition
“I don’t care! I’ve had enough, I’ve seen enough. I want out. I want it to end. I don’t care anymore!”
“Don’t talk to me.”
“He must have known I’d want to leave you.”
“You’ll stay with me?”
“I am not worried, ( insert name here ). I am with you.”
“I’m going to keep going until I succeed – or die. Don’t think I don’t know how this might end. I’ve known it for years.”
“You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.”
“I can’t be involved with you anymore. We’ve got to stop seeing each other. We can’t be together.”
“I care. How do you think I’d feel if this was your funeral… and it was my fault…”
“Have you ever seen anything quite as pathetic?”
“Killing is not so easy as the innocent believe.”
“I’m on your side!”
“I want to commit the murder I was imprisoned for.”
“Want to come to the ball with me?”
“That was nosier than I thought it would be.”
“They are coming.”
“Shan’t say nothing if you don’t say please.”
“I can’t give a professor ‘love’!”
“We’ve all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That’s who we really are.”
“The toilet’s never had anything as horrible as your head down it – it might get sick.”
“I will not tolerate mention of your abnormality under this roof!”
“You’re just as sane as I am.”
“Just a fun fact, Professor. Adds a bit of interest –”
“It’s time you learned some respect!”
“It’s a fairytale, ( insert name here ).”
“Killing rips the soul apart.”
“One person can’t feel all that at once – they’d explode!”
“I had a dream about a motorcycle… it was flying.”
“It was only a dream.”
“I don’t think you’re a waste of space.”
“I’m dying! I’m dying, look at me! It’s killed me!”
“You don’t want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.”
“Are you sure that’s a real spell?”
“Scared?”
“The ones that love us never really leave.”
“Why would I look for someone I know wants to kill me?”
“You don’t have to be ashamed of what you are.”
“I’m not going anywhere!”
“I – I didn’t think…”
“You foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach!”
“Did you kiss?”
crossbowrevolution:
I don’t
like people
seeing me
vulnerable
hoesidon :
Jason (to Percy): The Dead Sea is the saltiest thing on earth.
Jason: Next to your bitch ass.
rightfullydivine
“Goodness gracious, Grace–”
Octavian trips over the words as a scrawny mess of limbs fight to push the demigod away. He’s too tired to compose himself, so his expression is a strange mix of mortification, joy and alarm as he splutters, trying to process what Jason has said while simultaneously replying posthaste, posthaste, posthaste.
“I am not– where are you– who are your sources?!”
‘i’m not telling you, it wouldn’t be as interesting if i did. picture this headline - descendant of apollo exposed: post-race scandal. ‘ he frames, sweeping his hands across the sky. jason was joking of course, he was the last person to spread rumors that were so absurd and far-fetched. there was no gazette to shoot his friend into infamy anyway. he soon gives octavian the probably much desired personal space and rests his hands in his pocket as a sign of self-restraint.