what the fuck is up kyle

sayer. they/them

[we-like-gore]

[cloveoil-archive]

[jungyoono]

cloveoil:

imagine ur otp

[chanwooksus-blog]

[phoebejays]

[anakkin]

mouthful of white hot fire, tongue coated in poison, ragged nails painted in my own blood; there’s a hunger in me, something vicious a thirst to be celestial, godly, divine–      and yet.

aphelion | a.w. (via hermionee)

[untamedunwanted]

Girls like her were born in a storm. They have lightning in their souls, Thunder in their hearts, and chaos in their bones.

Girls like Her | Nikita Gill (via untamedunwanted)

[neverlandswriter]

the world demanded hate from her, and so hate she gave.

she wore hatred like a shield & a sword // k.s. (via senmitsuji)

[lhzthepoet]

I have the whole world raging under my skin. I’ve always been a girl armed for war.

And war has learned to fear me // L.H.Z (via lhzthepoet)

[mylittlebookofquotes]

She walked with darkness dripping off her shoulders, I’ve seen ghosts brighter than her soul.

VàZaki Nada (via star-eaters)

[martyrsuggestion]

Kid, get off the ground. Spit your blood, and bare your teeth; go down a savage, go down fighting.

[haleyincarnate]

I am angry. I want to break things.

[ronweasley]

[remnant-thoughts]

I bear a cross on me, I bear a god on me, of whom I’ve lost faith in a long time ago.

remnant-thoughts (via sweetcandirps)

[brandyalexanders-moved-deactiva]

[thequotejournals]

I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it — to be fed so much love I couldn’t take any more. Just once.

Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood  (via wordsnquotes)

[borzoibabe]

you know what trope pisses me off the most? when the protag is pointing a gun at somebody and they’re like “you won’t do it. you’re too good” and the person holding the gun is like oh shit i am and they slowly lower the gun while the other person laughs. WHAT THE FUCK. if i were there, and somebody told me “you won’t do it” i would immediately shoot them dead without hesitating. who are you to tell me what i wont do. musty bitch

[notgoing]

Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides