darling, don't you know?

GRACIE / TWENTY ONE / CST

[compljcated]

and i never really got to say goodbye but maybe that was my fault my fault for thinking that somewhere in your kisses and your promises and your smiles there was an apology hidden in there but there was no “i’m sorry i’m doing this to you” and no other explanation for the way you left or why it even happened in the first place i guess you could say i’m confused, or still in love, but at this point i don’t know which one is worse it’s been almost five months and i still lie awake at night wondering if you’ve forgotten the sound of my laugh or why my father and i don’t get along i think maybe i’m kidding myself because it’s childish to think someone who almost loved you still cares enough to wonder if you slept alright last night, right? it’s childish to think that someone who swore they’d never get you out of their head still remembers your favorite color and your middle name, right?

not a day has gone by where i don’t try to hold on to the areas of my body that used to have your lips pressed against them (via compljcated)

[raelynnnix]

this monday actually didn’t suck. 2019 i’m comin’ for ya 🥂✨ // aka OLIVIA HOLT RUINING MY LIFE

[oflockwolves]

“it’s 2 in the morning and i can’t sleep because every time i close my eyes, i see versions of us that could’ve happened if you didn’t leave.”

— and i don’t want to dream of that because i’ll wake up in the morning feeling even more lonely. (via leneemusing)

[stilesblues]

[littlemusings]

[katmcnamara]

[scruffylccking]

“Pandora opened the box and let evil rampant Eve ate an apple and fell all of men Persephone hungered for power Helen made war for her love Cleopatra reigned immortal They wept for Icarus But shed not a tear for Medea So she burned them to the ground, and god, How she burned History reviles us And why shouldn’t it It was never ours We, the scapegoats blamed for the cruelties of unfit Gods and pathetic men We inherited the ocean and all her rage We will rise from the ashes of the fires you set We will crumble your kingdoms and build our own We will rule with iron fists and open hands, Wearing pearls and battle scars We, the girls who sleep with knives under our pillows We, with diamonds on our knuckles and blood in our mouths We molded the past We are the future”

— the boy always said my teeth were too sharp for my pretty little mouth so i ripped him apart and kissed him goodnight // s.b. (via inkedknuckles)

[hopelxss]

i am more dangerous

[userspree-deactivated20250328]

I just started dabbling in writing, which I’ve really been enjoying. Eventually, I want to do it all: write, act, direct, produce...I’d love to build something from the ground up. I also have this theory that I might like directing more than acting once I try it. I just have a feeling.

[carlosfreckles]

Don’t SCARE you? But that’s my specialty.

[hedaslayer]

Victoria Pedretti’s outstanding breakout performance as Eleanor Crain

[grey-wardens-archive-deactivate]

Lana Condor photographed by Anna Zhang for Pulse Spikes

[rogerdeakinsdp]

Entrevista a Ana de Armas / Red Carpet Tribeca 2018

[sakuhra]

[ageofultron]

Avengers: Endgame + references to previous movies

[yennciri]

[tthematics]

i’m so dang good at jumping from lover to lover and not looking back. getting so caught up in the next one that i forget how to hurt. but here comes nights with sweaty palms and starting at the ceiling because i’m replaying every bad memory we ever had. the good comes up too but the bad is what haunts me. it was me, it was my fault, no, it was you, it was your fault. honestly it was both of us. we finally crashed and we were on fucking fire, i’m treating myself as a burn victim and i’m hoping my skin grows back thicker this time. they say the next love is the one that is the hardest but the next love is me. it’s me this time and like it already has been hard enough. i’m not here to make it any harder. i’m here to feel the hurt, i’m here to grow from it. this next love will be everlasting, unconditional and kind as can be.