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as voiced by M I C H E L L E.

[wordsnquotes]

I am awful. I am heartless. I am scared that these things are actually true.

John Green and David Levithan, Will Grayson, Will Grayson (via wordsnquotes)

[finscealta-blog]

“ Do not mistake my kindness for weakness. I am kind to everyone, but when someone is unkind to me, weak is not what you are going to remember about me. ”

[finscealta-blog]

secret valentine ;

Noone regards me quite like you do, and more and more I find myself wondering what you see, and whether you would ever tell me. Let me reiterate what I recently told you; I may have given you an incentive, an inspiration. The courage, the spirit that flares sometimes behind all those veils of yours, that is entirely your own. You hide so very well it almost has to be an invitation to punch through, lay you bare, catch your wrists and hold you through your struggles. Do you surrender easily? In part I think you would fight till there was no blood or body left to fight with; in part I think you would melt like ice in a strong lover’s hands. I can’t decide between these truths. I do wonder. I find you fascinating, Theo. You pique my senses, my curiosity. You are reluctantly exquisite; I will watch you sometimes when you are not aware of being watched, and quietly delight in the way the shadows play across the contours of your face, the way your eyes seem dark though I know they are not. Do you know that you play the fingers of your right hand across your bottom lip when you are far away in thought? It makes me wonder what it is you are longing for. Was I the first to bruise those perfect lips of yours? I believe I was. Idle questions that perhaps do not merit answers, and we seem to be good at that, sliding off one another. I would like you to meet my eyes when I look at you. Carry yourself the same way you ride that princess mare of yours. Look at the horizon more often. Unfold, Theo. You are so damnably beautiful.

[finscealta-blog]

I felt his absence like a presence. Wherever I went a lowering shadow followed, and though I tried to walk just as I had before - on that same gray beach, on the same cracked pavements beneath the same old trees, or through the strangely subdued clamour of the same endless parties - it caught me by the elbow and stopped me short. It hissed in my ear:He is not here. He is not here.

[k1nkydreamr]

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Ouch I have lost myself again Lost myself and I am nowhere to be found, Yeah I think that I might break

breathe me / sia

[quotes-shape-us]

It was as if the empty nights were made for thinking of him. And sometimes I found myself so vividly aware of him it was as if he had only just left the room and the ring of his voice were still there. And somehow, there was a disturbing comfort in that, and, despite myself, I’d envision his face.

Anne Rice, Interview with the Vampire           (via quotes-shape-us)

[quotes-shape-us]

I look at you and see all the ways a soul can bruise, and I wish I could sink my hands into your flesh and light lanterns along your spine so you know that there’s nothing but light when I see you.

Shinji Moon, The Anatomy of Being (via quotes-shape-us)

[jonny-august]

ゴーメンガースト (Gormenghast)

[booksquoteslove]

You have me. Until every last star in the galaxy dies. You have me.

Amie Kaufman, Illuminae (via booksquoteslove)

[alsk00]

Léa Seydoux as Madeleine Swann in Spectre (2015)

[inccption-deactivated20190115]

“I  H A T E  guns.”

[chastainly]

[lostcap]

You would have gone to hell for him, I know, oh, but darling - he would have stayed to burn with you.

maybe in the end, you were both just meant for the flames (no, not without you) | p.d (via lostcap)

[flawlessbeautyqueens]

I’ve actually been given a great gift. When I walk into an audition with a director, I’m carrying no baggage. They haven’t seen me in anything, even though I’ve done nine films.

[ahlara]

Love me violently, viciously. Love me like you want to kill me.

romance by A.L.© (via eveniency)

[pencap]

You love him,  you do, and here’s the miracle: he loves you too. You are allowed to lick off the colour from his lips to listen to the hymns in his pulse to bask in the sunlight of his voice You are allowed  to have him. You love each other, you do, and here’s the tragedy: it’s not enough. You are allowed to watch the sun swallow him whole and burn him up to stain your fingers to the bone holding him together to count the constellations in his eyes as they blink out You are not allowed to save him.

you can love him, but you can’t keep him ( j.p. )

[sicarians-blog]

aesthetic; benandanti, caulborn, nightwalkers.