⊰ God Complex. ⊱

our names carved in the pavement sealed by what's left of our handprints, now i told my mom she'd love to meet you but it's too bad she won't get the chance to... ⊰ I am a god ⊱

[rihennasheaux]

[kinghardy]

Tom Hardy Training for Venom

[nordicsublime]

Greenhouse -weheartit.com

[cendaya]

I just like coming here to sketch people in crisis

[modatrends]

Promoting the second season of Mr. Robot, the show’s star, Rami Malek appears in a new photo shoot for Interview magazine.

[brittany-murphy]

Casper Meets Wendy (1998) dir. Sean McNamara

[studdedrose]

[ilostgatsby]

And you make jokes because you’re afraid to take anything seriously. Because if you take things seriously, they matter.

House, M.D., Damned If You Do (via wondrousmusings)

[pollyflorence]

We are liars. We are beautiful and privileged. We are cracked and broken.

We Were Liars - E. Lockhart (via dreawritings)

[fluerdelis]

He was too rich; like fine chocolate, deprivation and excess of him toed the same thin line.

waiting for roses; b.e. (via fluerdelis)

[chanwooksus-blog]

[books-n-quotes]

But people do things to survive, and then after they survive, they can’t live with what they’ve done.

Adam Johnson, The Orphan Master’s Son (via wondrousmusings)

[dayssgetbrighter-deactivated202]

[babyminaj]

this tweet describes my entire life

[stephisanerd]

[danascvllys-deactivated20160606]

i. back alley angels, concrete kings we recycle prayers like plastic bottles and wish the wings would wither off our backs they ask us if we’re holy and we bind our wrists with garbage bags and swear to never speak the blasphemy that bristles on our lips. ii. darling, we are modern martyrs purging promises with dime store bourbon and pawn shop cigarettes hoping that in the ruin of our bodies we will find something purer than the piety that wrecks our hearts, that stains our hands.   iii. at night, we drink ourselves to pieces and i can feel a baseline beating in my bones they ask me if i miss the taste of ichor and i tell them not if i pump my lungs so full of starlight that my tears turn into rivers and run silver in my veins.

they call us holy and they leave us hollow (modern prophets, pt. 2) // (e.c)