& Where does that leave me?

[fairytalesques]

i loved you so much you could shake mountains with the force of it. so much you could drown ocean gods for it. so much you could dig your fingers into the depths of the stars and pluck supernovas out of that inky black emptiness and watch them turn to dust, that’s how much i love you. so much you could grow the tallest tree in the world and the roots would wrap around your heart. so much that the moon would sigh in envy if she knew how i would pry her from the night sky for you. so much that the sun would burn itself to embers if it felt even half of how much i loved you. so much, so much, that death himself laughed with the cruelty of ancient stars when he stole you away from me because he knew, oh, he knew how much i loved you.

[hangthebloodycode-deactivated20]

reblog this if you actually like following me.

[selfdeprecatingmeme]

trauma didnt make me soft it’s made me angry and empty

[yvng--goddess-deactivated201706]

I don't like you

Grab a seat and wait for me to give a fuck

[mieczlw-a]

infernonato‌.

“Mm,” He smirks some, eyes heavy and warm with love. “Question unclear, please try again.” He nudges noses with him, encouraging another press of those lips.

another  smile ,  this  one  warmer  than  the  last.  “  i  said.  “   he  starts  with  a  press  of  lips.    “  is  this ,   “   another  press ,  and  another.   “  attention  enough.   “   a  final  press ,  this  one  a  little  deeper ,  lingering  a  little  longer.  

[infernonato]

Each kiss makes his heart thud a little faster. That last one has Nico humming. Before Stiles can pull away from it, he surges up to wind strong arms bout his waist and middle, turning and getting his fiancé on his back in a swift movement. With the kiss broken, he goes about peppering kisses all over Stiles’ face in playful intimacy. “It’s never enough, my love. Never. I can’t get enough of you.”

[mieczlw-a]

infernonato‌.

“Nothing. I just love you and want your attention.”

He says it with a puppy-like grin, far too happy to have that smile aimed at him.

a  grin  pulls  on  his  lips  at  the  admission  and  his  body  moves  of  its  own  accord ,  gravitating  towards  the  other.   when  close  enough ,  he  leans  over  nico ,  both  arms  bracing  his  weight.   

“   is  this  attention  enough   ??   “    he  taunts  before  he  brushes  his  lips  over  nico’s  with  a  kiss.  

[infernonato]

“Mm,” He smirks some, eyes heavy and warm with love. “Question unclear, please try again.” He nudges noses with him, encouraging another press of those lips.

[mieczlw-a]

@infernonato​   (   ‘    “Babe. Babe. Baby. Bello. Babe—“   ‘   ) 

“   babe ,  i  heard  you  the  first  time.   “   he  says  with  a  chuckle.   “   you  seem  excited ,  what’s  going  on   ??   “ 

[infernonato]

“Nothing. I just love you and want your attention.”

He says it with a puppy-like grin, far too happy to have that smile aimed at him.

[infernonato]

A bitch still doesn’t have a computer. But a bitch DID order an iPad with a wireless keyboard so ayyyy. I’ll be around. I’ll just be around and iconless, with minimal to no formatting.

[mieczlw-a]

I  HAVE  A  SON ,  HIS  NAME  IS  MIECZYSLAW  STILINSKI ,  BUT  WE  CALL  HIM  STILES.    —–    NOAH  STILINSKI. 

[way2haught]

[incorrectpercicoquotes]

Nico: hey, so, if you paint your fingertips with clear nail polish you won't leave fingerprints.

Bakugou: shoot, this is actually really useful information. thank you, Nico.

Percy: helpful for what exactly???

Bakugou: Murder??? It's kind of a given here.

Izuku: K-Kacchan??

Tenya: wow. you're dark. Nico was obviously referring to handling devices with screens. This is a great way not to leave prints all over the screen.

Nico: I was 100% referring to murder.

Percy: I thought this was wholesome content!?

Bakugou: Why the fuck would you think that??

[secretsofslytherin]

Calling Slytherins sarcastic, edgy people who are always pissed off is all fun and games until you realize when those jokes are all you say about Slytherins or about being Slytherin is exactly what reinforces the stupid stereotypes

[novagalaxy4real-deactivated2018]

Slytherin is the whisper of “I love you” to your significant other, even if they are somewhere else.

Slytherin is the mumble of a “Thank you” that you’re too anxious to say any louder.

Slytherin is the little smile you do when you see your best friend.

Slytherin is the content sigh you make when you watch the moon through raindrops on a windshield.

Slytherin is the hum when you’re too happy to express it in any way other than humming and dancing around your kitchen.

Slytherin is the jokes that you make up, but no one hears them because you’re a quiet being and people don’t expect you to want to say anything.

Slytherin is the silent fuming under deep set, glaring eyes.

Slytherin is the feeling you get when an animal falls asleep on you.

Slytherin is the paint you somehow got in your hair after painting at midnight with your music blaring.

Slytherin is the tug on your heart when your so grateful for someone and can’t put it into words.

Slytherin is the quiver of your bottom lip when frustration bites you.

Slytherin is the groan when your friend makes a pun, but you secretly love those puns.

Slytherin is brushing you leg against your friend’s, letting them know “I’m here if you need to talk… Or need me to bury a body.”

Slytherin is sneaking into the kitchen with your friend at 2 am and trying not to hysterically laugh.

Slytherin’s are soft, they are not as brittle as some might think. And if you think they’re brittle just remember how easily brittle things can break. So let Slytherin’s be soft and delicate and warm.

[harfblarf]

Adding on:

Slytherin is the friend who will watch over you and your stuff while you nap on a bench, and the friend who lets you doze off on their shoulder in the middle of a movie.

Slytherin is the absurd romantic who brings a bouquet with your favorite flowers, who arrives at your door groomed to perfection and with hearts in their eyes when they see you.

Slytherin is homesickness and a relieved shout when they see friends they’ve missed.

Slytherin is a forced-out “I’m scared” between gritted teeth, because admitting it is just as terrifying as whatever it is they’re afraid of.

Slytherin is the friend who takes your side and reassures you when the friend group starts criticizing you.

Slytherin is the touch on your shoulder when you ask a question that everyone laughs at or make a joke that no one laughs at.

Slytherin is the slow to come but painfully earnest “I love you” whispered shyly into your shoulder as you embrace.

Slytherin is trust and assurance and “I knew you’d come through”.

Slytherin is perhaps the House that will put the most faith in other people; certainly it takes time, but once you have earned a Slytherin’s trust they are consumed by it. A Hufflepuff believes in fairness; a Ravenclaw believes in facts; a Gryffindor believes in ideals. A Huff will play Devil’s Advocate and speak of compromise; a Raven will point out empirical evidence and the accuracy of criticism; a Gryff will challenge anyone who questions the ideal. A Slytherin is the one who most believes in the individuals they prize, and it is nigh unshakeable. A Slytherin doesn’t care if you’re wrong; you’re theirs, so they’re on your side.

Let Slytherins get the love they deserve 2K17!

[secretsofslytherin]

Slytherin is scanning the crowd, profiling every stranger, searching for that one person they can trust 

Slytherin is latching onto their person and never letting them go 

Slytherin is biting back tears because you will not let anyone see you cry, but pulling anyone you see crying close and holding on tightly 

Slytherin is being with a friend and not needing to say anything, just being there is enough 

Slytherin is noticing when something is bothering your friend and giving them an extra hug, an extra blanket, an extra chocolate frog 

Slytherin is grit teeth and white knuckles instead of a fight 

Slytherin is spontaneous chocolates for no other reason than to see the other person smile 

Slytherin is struggling to hold back laughter at inside jokes with your friend

Slytherin is communicating without words because you don’t need them for what you’re trying to say

Slytherin is fidgeting fingers and a quick heartbeat before your first kiss

Slytherin is gentle touch on your back when you’re losing your nerve, saying it’s okay, I’m here, you’re not alone 

Slytherin is a patient smile and a small nod when you need it 

Slytherin is a steel stare and iron will

Slytherin is never ending encouragement, mixed in with honesty and motivational speeches 

Slytherin is listening to your two am rambles and never once judging you for any of it 

Slytherin is the insecurity that no one will ever understand you, listen to you, take the time to actually know you 

Slytherin is a choked “help me,” because if we’re asking, then we really have hit rock bottom and need you more than anything 

Slytherin is walking around the entire house in a blanket wrapped around you like a cloak 

Slytherin is goodmorning and goodnight messages every day 

Slytherin is so much more than snark and sarcasm 

keep adding!!!!!! pls!!!!!

[charlottebronte]

Slytherin is having a mess of a house, but knowing exactly where to find everything

Slytherin is music blaring until three am, even if they’re alone, and singing at the top of their lungs

Slytherin is flowers slowly dying in vases, leaving their scent and petals behind as they depart

Slytherin is the tears in your eyes from laughing too hard with friends

Slytherin is the tears in your eyes when you have to leave something that you don’t want to just be a memory. You want it to stay, but gosh, you’re oh so tired

Slytherin is a child carefully tasting a meal on the stove, and darting away with laughter when their parents see

Slytherin is walking along a beach, gathering shells for a mobile to give to a friend

Slytherin is drawing on the margins in your notebook, but paying attention to what the lecturer is saying because you want to do your best in the exam

Slytherin is a sticky note in the corner of your mirror, a positive message in all caps

Slytherin is coffee rings left on every surface

Slytherin is making friends you’ll keep forever at a masked dance, and doing a ‘big reveal’ at the very end, and spoiling it because you can’t stop laughing

Slytherin is tearing yourself apart when you’ve given yourself expectations that are far too high

Slytherin is feeling like you’ll never quite be enough, but standing tall anyway, never letting that tear fall

Slytherin is that burst of inspiration, a head spinning with words, and writing them down slower than you’re thinking, so much slower

Slytherin is so much more than a feeling. It’s a life, and it’s one you love to live.

[eclecticdream0-deactivated20180]

But slytherin is also sarcasm and snarky remarks. Mumbles of sarcasric replies to proffesors’ stupid questions or obdervations.

Slytherin is making friends laugh even when you dont feel like it bc you love them too much.

Slytherin is landing your friend your glasses bc they need them more.

Slytherin means showing up with steaming hot coffe after a party to sober everybody up

Slytherin is the friend who didnt wanna get drunk but drank anyways bc why not.??

Slytherin will stand up for their friends. Go through thick and thin; through hell and fight satan if it will help their friends and loved ones.

Slyherin is the sibbling who criticises you but jumps in a fight to protect you without thinking twice

Slytherin is weird taste in music and clothing and attitude.

Slytherin is sarcasm and bad puns and laughter.

Slytherin is reading nietzsche until 3am and then trying to counter the philosophy bc friends are soo precious

Slytherins love so hard. They know what it means to be judged, to lose and they are scared to love and they wanna be mennacing sooo badly, but truth be told they are not in the slightest

Slytherin is the joker of the class who later you realise is actually really smart.

Slytherin is the loner with baggage to whom you never talk to.

Slytherin is the girl in the clique who laughs at 2pm and cries at 2am

Slytherin is binging tv shows and forggeting existence for weeks.

Slytherin is the stranger at the library who found the book you were looking for before you and silently dropped it in front of you.

Slytherins are pure and trustworthy and so worthy of loving. Just love them thats it..you go there and hug them and tell them how much they mean to you.

[babyicanmakeyoubow-deactivated2]

Adding on:

Slytherins are  the things that make you unconsciously smile  when remembrance.

Slytherins are when you have a painful lump in your throat but refuse to cry because you don’t want to be taken advantage of in your vulnerable moments

Slytherin is when your fingers fill in between the gaps of your loved one’s hands and swinging it, feeling childish but content at the same time

Slytherin is indefinitely and indescribably enjoying the little things in life.

Slytherin is being clueless about matters like your friends’ crushes because youre too busy dreaming and thinking countless scenarios to take notice of all signs of crushes.

Slytherin is the satisfying moment when your scissor glides across the paper smoothly.

Slytherin is the quick comebacks to insults and the stutter when delivering them ( god I die inside when this happens and start laughing lol)

Slytherin are those eyebrow raises that makes you feel guilty nonetheless if you actually did it or not.

Slytherin is the small nudge to get you going towards whatever you were hesitant in.

Slytherin is stupid competitions like typing lyrics in time to songs and fingers hurting afterwards 

Slytherin is the awkward smiles when someone catches you observing them unconsciously

Slytherin are lips quivering and the huge inhale to compose yourself before plastering a smile to the world

Slytherin is the tender temple kisses with side hugs.

Slytherin is laughing and dreaming about unrealistic futures

Slytherin is perverted smiles to one another after an innuendo

Slytherin is jamming to music and trying to learn dances with friends and collapsing afterwards from laughter

slytherin is trying to be subtle and badass but failing completely.

Being a sltherin doesn’t mean having to be cold, calculating and deceitful all the time. We, Slytherins, are much more than that.

[strictly-drarry]

Bless this post

[shadowedcries]

😧…… This post just took my personality and tied it up in a pretty green bow. 🐍💚

[achills-deactivated20160908]

[maulthots]

train babies 1 2 3

[incorrectpercicoquotes]

Nico: do you think animals try to fit in and be relatable with their friends?

Nico: like, do you think a cow is like, "Haha! Yeah, grass is rad!" but cries at night?

Percy: Nico, from the bottom of my heart, what in the world goes on in your head?

[ewanmcgregors-deactivated202009]

[kxowledge]

Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems