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indie Cashmere Ritzson    from The Hunger Games semi-selective #gxldensister

[quotethat]

Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it.

Donna Tartt, The Secret History (via quotethat)

[angela-carter]

Our fingernails match our toenails, match our lipstick match our rouge…The habit of applying warpaint outlasts the battle.

Wise Children by Angela Carter (via angela-carter)

[shiinycoiin]

' What gave you the impression I was poor ? ‘

[gxldensister]

                               ❝   Because you're dumb enough                                to think I'm a brat. Also, your                                  shoes don't match that shirt.                                                   AT ALL. ❞

[geekorunique]

THE ORIGINALS ▬ Endless List of Hair Porn Moments

∟ Rebekah Mikaelson → The Map Of Moments

[gxldensister]

coiinage replied to your post:*aggressively tries not to post into the woods...

exactly me

you understand me

[gxldensister]

*aggressively tries not to post into the woods things on all my blogs*

[ironbxned-archive-deactivated20]

just remember; i wasn’t always like this. just remember; my thoughts weren’t always to kill. just remember; i was human before i was a monster.

just remember; i’m not human any more. (via ironbxned)

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                         ❝Oh, yeah. I’m sure you’re very 

                    good at keeping secrets. ❞                              Sea green hues were rolled, but his amused smirk revealed                              that he was not planning on backing away from this deal.                              He was tipsy from the whiskey she had been getting him as                              if her life depended on him. He would have to call it quits on                              them now: he couldn’t allow himself to get seriously drunk                              while the night was still young.           He leaned over to the blonde, bending over to her           right ear. When he let out a soft chuckle before he           spoke, he figured this was crazy: he never ever           shared his secrets with anyone. Luckily, this was           not something was ashamed of or something that           had anything to do with his clients. Moreover, it           was something he thought to be long gone.                                       ❝I used to be in love with you, Cashmere.❞                              He spoke with a soft undertone, like a secret ought to be                              told. If everyone were to be around & to be sober, they                              might hear it. As unimportant of a secret this was, he still                              didn’t want it to get out in the open, not ever.

          When he leaned back, the arrogant smile was still on           his lips: it probably never disappeared. As usual, he           had his act down & his façade up. It might even be           hard to tell whether he was serious or not: mystery           was his trademark these days.                                ❝You think you’re going to be                                  the death of me any time soon?❞                               The younger victor let out a soft laugh and finally shot                               a look at the blonde sitting next to him. He was curious                               about her reaction to his confession. After all, that was                               all there was going to be about it. He trusted Cashmere’s                               red wine and the effect it had on her a lot more than he                               trusted himself.

[gxldensister]

     ❝ I'm the very best, I promise. ❞                                    Her words were starting to come out                                     more slurred than she intended, The                                     drinks should stop. She did still have                                       a frivolous night ahead of her, but                                       her mind wasn't all there so she made                                      the mistake of motioning to the avox                                       to bring her another glass of wine.                                       Her fingers continued their assault on                                        the younger victor's soft hair. Soon; her                                        touch trailed down to fiddle with his                                        shirt, her mind skipping off elsewhere.                                        When she drank her mind became a                                         much more clouded place, and on                                         those night that she knew would be                                         long and tiresome she loved it that                                         way. Her thoughts were one less                                         thing to worry about.                  ❝ Of course you were.                    Everyone here is. ❞

                   ❝ You're so cute! ❞                                                                                  His confession didn't come as much of                                           a surprise to her. A giggle twirled out                                            of her pink mouth, and her fingers                                             move to run through her own golden                                             hair. Was it really much of a secret?                                             They all loved her, they all fawned                                               over her flawless face, agility, and                                                skills in the arena. The blonde did                                                not think for one second that he                                                 could see past her perfect mask.                                                                     That mask was all that kept her safe.                                                  Without it, no one would fawn over                                                   her image on a screen. All she                                                   would be is a scared little girl.                   ❝   I should hope not. But                      you know, you're very                        good with putting up with me. ❞

[quotethat]

She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful: something to be admired from a distance, not up close.

Terry Prachett, Good Omens (via quotethat)

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❝Why are you looking at me like this is my fault?❞

[gxldensister]

                         ❝ Because it is. ❞

[-musings]

             you have the guts to call { me }—-…                                                                                  …—-WEAK?

[gxldensister]

okay I swear I will do some replies on here soon. 

[multifandomsource]

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@bxdycountx

[flxwedgrxce-deactivated20150807]

“What could you possibly want?” She snapped. 

[gxldensister]

                ❝ You're wearing                                 my shoes. ❞

[fairestwheels]

gxldensister

❝I suppose you’re wanting a thank you or something now - right?❞

Marvel smirked over at the blonde as he walked off stage. He had just been crowned Victor and was actually mildly surprised to see his Mentor waiting at the bottom of the stairs. 

[gxldensister]

                  ❝  Ideally --yes. But I am                       only here to congratulate                       you. Even though, I suppose                       you're only here due to your                               mentor's advice. ❞                                         As she speaks her tone becomes                                          more and more playful, her lips                                           curling into a smirk. She refused                                           to feel remorse for the boy. He                                           was  VICTOR. There was no                                           reason for her to over-think it. 

[chocolatefrogs]

Stars are not small or gentle. They are writhing and dying and burning. They are not here to be pretty. I am trying to learn from them.

Caitlyn Siehl, “Sky Poem” (via chocolatefrogs)

[capitolhost]

     The past six months had been a wonderful experience. I felt welcome      on tumblr quite quickly and even nowadays feel that this is — no      matter the most recent events — a wonderful community where I got      to meet many amazing people and am even more excited for the      upcoming time. 

     Reaching my 1k and as well celebrating my six months here with this      blog ; I wanted to give something back. You all had been so lovely and      nice to me that I gave you guys the chance to decide what you want ;      and many decided for a resource pack ; it can be downloaded here.

     Along with the resource pack this is as well a giveaway. The rules are      simple as always ; you have to follow me and reblogs && likes do      count. Reblog as often as you want to and by the six months birthday      of this blog , 18th December 2014 ; this giveaway will end on 10 pm      GMT. 3 Winners can decide between the following;

                           Online/Offline banners I II                             Promo graphic I II III IV                             Theme background I