8:46 PM

bless my darkness, bless my light.

[ssghoulhaise]

you did well, kaneki ken. → let us begin, kaneki ken. 

[saktiphoenix]

[victoriajoan]

My memories are Steep stairwells In dusty buildings On dead-end streets, Where I talk to the walls And closed doors As if they understood me.

Charles Simic, from Sixty Poems    (via mirayama)

[emilythornes-deactivated2018041]

Sansa was a lady at three, always so courteous and eager to please. She loved nothing so well as tales of knightly valor. Men would say that she had my look, but she will grow into a woman far more beautiful than I ever was, you can see that. I often sent away her maid so I could brush her hair myself. She had auburn hair, lighter than mine, and so thick and soft… the red in it would catch the light of the torches and shine like copper.

[1-71v]

[mirayama]

[ichise]

[come-rika]

[kurai-reii]

I’ll see you later, okay? Don’t die.

[ella-bliss]

[gryffyndor]

books i’ve read in 2016: the song of achilles - madeline miller

“I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”  [x]

[bleachallmysoul]

[svmeragi]

urie kuki

[y-urei]

[submachineguns]

He’s always ahead ➝  inspired by live this lie. 

[jonbernthaln-deactivated2018073]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

It’s pouring, the trees are getting greener before my eyes, I love you. I’m almost afraid of the intensity of this happiness.

Vladimir Nabokov, from Letters to Véra tr. by Olga Voronina & Brian Boyd (via violentwavesofemotion)