writing trash

escrevo porque amanhece,  e as estrelas lá no céu lembram letras no papel, quando o poema me anoitece. – leminski.

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paramore // careful

[c0nnos]

[paletages]

this is just a pale blog

[problemheart]

[fiftybullets-blog]

[oscvlate]

[tim-lucy]

with tears hidden beneath the cloak of her eyes  a hollow smile stretched across her cheekbones and trembling hands still able to carry the earth she looked at the world and said to it "is that all you fucking got"

s.l. 

[crimescened]

i swear i’m not a monster, darling, but some days i’d still like to tear into something tender and claim it as my own. (i’m not a monster but it seems only monsters themselves protest the name, so -) save me, honey, i’ve told you before that your kisses are salvation, that your laughter signals my redemption - i’m not a monster, sweetheart, but keep that shotgun under  your bed just in case.

A BEAST BARES HER HEART // s. mardon (via mythaelogy)

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[nereiids]

I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.

Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (1964)

[s-s-d]

BOOK SALES

[hearthewolves]

CHASING THUNDERSTORMS » the pack

"These are the guys I told you about. Lunatic, Dipshit, Alpha, Douchebag." 

"Not their real names, I think." 

"Yeah, I was too lazy to ask."

[hearthewolves]

CHASING THUNDERSTORMS » cornelia riggs

“It was like she was Coraline Jones, and that was the secret world she’d been waiting her whole life to discover.”

[hearthewolves]

FRIENDSHIPS (3/?) » amira x bradley x cornelia

“Girls like us... They stick together. No matter what.”

[hearthewolves]

THE SECRET OF THE WICKED BOYS » pedro reis

“Murder and corpses are not really my thing. But, you know, shit happens.” 

[hearthewolves]

THE FIFTY REASONS » max salazar

“What kind of kid is named Maximus Salazar?“ “My dad happens to be a dick sometimes, Henry Gabriel.” “Well, same.” 

[hearthewolves]

TALES FROM ANOTHER WORLD » leopold davis

“Leo Davis was his own god and martyr, reckless and selfish, a boy made of bone and shadow and fear.“