wild thing.

❝ there is a love of wild nature in everybody, an ancient mother-love showing itself whether recognized or no, and however covered by cares and duties.❞ indie fem!max from where the wild things are semi-private & selective

[fxrum]

( stranger. )

      “If these ‘wild things’ claim t’ be  th’  scariest     monsters in th’ universe, why haven’t I heard     of ‘em before?”

       ❛   well,  they kill most  everyone  they             come  in  contact   with.  you  know,             dead men tell no tales, and all that. ❜

[fxrum]

( silly stranger. )

  " You seem quite sure. How so ?"

       ❛   because i'm the only one             they   haven't   eaten. ❜

[fxrum]

( silly stranger. )

  "  I am afraid our definitions of scary are quite different. They might be wild , but they are not wicked which makes them quite  harmless.”

       ❛   whatever. 's your funeral. ❜

[fxrum]

' did  you  know   that  the  sun   is  going  to  d i e  one  day?   it’ll just go out, like a light bulb.   and   p o o f,   we’ll   all   die. ‘

[fxrum]

 ’ the  wild  things are  going  to    get you. they’re the scariest    monsters   in   the   universe.    you’d           better          run. ‘

[the-write-ideas]

Reblog with the face your muse makes right before they're about to disobey you.

[imdiscouraged-blog]

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[regina.]

       Maybe the girl wasn’t a total waste of time;      she seemed to have a good head on her      shoulders. “Mothers sometimes don’t      understand,” she replied, looking down      at the child. After a slight moment, she      motioned for Max to follow her as she      began walking. “I feel like that would be a      justifiable reason to bite her. She seemed      to have deserved it.”

       ’ she  doesn't  even  talk          to  me until  i mess  up.          she's too occupied with          herself       to       care. ’

                                    she   shrugged,    glad   that                                     she could relate to someone,                                     she  kept  in  step  with  the                                     fellow                       queen.

       ’ i feel like everyone's deserving of a          bite,  if you put enough effort  into          finding               a               reason. ‘

[fxrum]

[stranger.]

             ❝ Surprisingly, I feel less lonely here than I did at home. ❞

            she nodded, understanding                   the feeling as though she'd                   said  the words  herself.

[fxrum]

                name - maxine wildgrube.

                age - 13 years old.

                diagnosis - schizoid personality disorder, languid type.

                bio - max wasn't one for making friends. she had no interest in socialising, and would often go days without speaking to anyone at all. she was detached from reality, often apathetic to what was going on around her. her mother would sleep more than she was awake, leaving max  very lonely, and she often escaped into her dream world. she knew it wasn't  reality, but it was her security blanket. in this fantasyland, she was the queen of an island of scary beasts; wild things. they understood her. they were there to help her. she accepted this.

she was twelve when she was referred to a psychiatrist after her english teacher noticed a dark theme to her writings. it was but a month later when she was sent off, her mother too overwhelmed and confused with the technical terms and diagnosis to know what else to do. max seemed, well, indifferent, hiding within herself and speaking to people as little as possible. but it was not people she wanted to avoid. it was emotions, both negative and positive. she liked her dreamland, and was afraid human interaction would make it go away.

[atheisticasshole]

Wait but hear me out

ravenclaws that hate studying and procrastinate every assignment

hufflepuffs that curse like sailors and that look like they could definitely fuck you up if they wanted to

slytherin that are really nice and sweet who constantly ask how your days going and if you need help with something

gryffindor that are scared to kill the spider in the corner of their rooms because who knows if that shit can fly or if it’ll attack you  

[malevolentsqueen]

;;- i feel bad that i’m not here as often as i would like to be so this is kind of my way of compensating. 300+ icons to whoever random.org deigns to select, reblogs/likes count and you must be following me. this ends in four hours, at 7pm aest. go crazy. examples: x | x | x | x 

[certan]

[fxrum]

       ❛   you take that back. ❜

[musingblog]

Royalty AU: Muse A is the heir apparent, and is in training to become king after their father. They’ve never gone against their father, always following the rules. Muse B is a peasant girl, new to the castle and it’s rules. She’d only started working there a few weeks before, and had been instantly charmed by the prince and his ways. But what she didn’t expect was the prince to be smitten with her too, taken by her beautiful eyes and simple looks. They both know that they couldn’t be together, separated by their vastly different social statuses.  But Muse A choses Muse B over his kingdom, something he thought he’d never do.

[fxrum]

( stranger. )

      ‘ not anything? not even….spiders? ’

       ❛   not even spiders. ❜

[fxrum]

( regina. )

       This girl was clever. “It’s been named      that ever since I could remember,” the      Queen replied, eyes still glued upon      the child. She had pulled back a few      inches, rather impressed with the next      words that escaped the girl’s lips.        ”You bit her?” she questioned, a slight        smirk playing on her lips. “Please, tell        me why it was so justifiable.”

       ’ you  should  really  look          into    a     new    name.          it sounds like something          out   of    a   storybook. ’

                                    she   grinned  out  of  mixed   pride                                     and    surprise   that   the    woman                                     was having a conversation with her.

           she was used to being shooed away.

       ’ it's kind of a long story. but basically,          i  drew on the wall, she yelled at me  and          sent  me  to bed without dinner, i  bit  her,          and   then   my   baby   brother   started          crying  so  i  ate   his  mashed  potatoes. ‘

[fxrum]

( stranger. )

                   ’ i’ll run only with their balls ‘round my neck. ‘

     she     couldn't      speak,      she was laughing so hard.