You said it was night inside my heart, it was You said it should tear a kid apart, it does

Origami Around
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
official daine visual archive

blake kathryn

pixel skylines
taylor price
untitled

ellievsbear

No title available

★

Love Begins
One Nice Bug Per Day
sheepfilms
🩵 avery cochrane 🩵
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

shark vs the universe
YOU ARE THE REASON

Kaledo Art

⁂
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from India

seen from Switzerland
seen from Argentina
seen from Iraq
seen from Iraq
seen from Brazil

seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Argentina
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Spain
@laylalucas
You said it was night inside my heart, it was You said it should tear a kid apart, it does
"Is that right? " Stares at her, his eyes narrowing a bit " Huh. Well, I’ve been called a bad employee… " Osric laughs a little bit " But I don’t think I am. I’m pretty great at what I do. " Thinking then, he looks away for a moment " What kind of job do you think you’d get, if you weren’t here?"
Layla couldn't fight the snort that started her response to his words. She rolled her eyes, teasingly, and then nodded several times, clearly still being a wise-ass. "Arrogance, Precious? I'm stunned." Chuckling, she almost missed his following question, but then took a moment to consider her response. "Hopefully something to do with following tours, like bands. Or maybe like, a security guard, or join the army."
I’m not letting a good man die of grief just to protect the fucking Twilight franchise.
End Of The World
People say that our generation are reckless with everything; but in reality we are just reckless with ourselves
Mel Coetzee (Crimson-daisies)
I think it’s more of a happy medium between the two.
"I'm so glad I don't have to have a job, honestly," Layla rambled, going off on some random thought, "I'd be a pretty bad employee." She had to laugh slightly at the very thought of it.
Then don’t question it, either. You shouldn’t refuse to think and then try to argue something. Makes you sound illogical and ignorant.
"Not everyone can sound like a fucking genius all the time." She grumbled, fighting the urge to roll her eyes dramatically. Instead, she settled on sighing and glaring at him.
Damian was starting to realize how fucked up the coma had a left him. His memory was impaired, his reactions were off, motor skills were imbalanced, and it was day after day of feeling like absolute shit. He had ultimately tried to keep his distance from people because of his still-inflated sense of pride. He didn’t want the shame or weakness he could present.
In truth, he didn’t immediately recognize who sat next to him and spoke to him. Once the name sprung to mind, it even took him a second to make the mental connections. Layla. His head still aching, he looked over at her with a slight smirk. “Is that how it works, Layla? Is that how a piano works? I had no idea. I haven’t been playing since I was five or anything.”
Just hearing him speak brought an irrational contentment to her. It further confirmed that he was, indeed, alive. Which was a relief, really. The dude knew how to make things interesting, and if there was one thing Knollwood needed, it was that. That was probably just Layla's opinion, but still.
Snorting, she rolled her eyes at him and chose to look down at the keys. Layla ran her fingers along them but didn't press any of them. "Was always shit at learning things, especially music. Anyway," she looked back up at him, giving a shrug, "I always liked the sound of guitars better."
I think it makes a world of sense. Especially if I want to impact multiple people at once. Think about it.
I don't want to think about it.
Yeah, I figure, seeing as there were no patients I had to see today. I would go and find something to do…At least no one can say I wasn’t working.
Working hard or hardly working?
If that was the case, Damian makes a much easier target.
The flaw in that plan is, hmm, let's see. It wouldn't make any fucking sense. He's been nothing but good to you. And as fucked up as you are, you've still got a sense of decency.
Are you sure? Because I could continue. I enjoy a lot of things about you, Layla.
Are you hoping I'll fall for your bullshit so you have another person to ruin?
I always enjoyed your sense of humor, Layla.
I don't care what you...what you enjoy. I don't. And stop looking at me with that face, and those eyes, and you're disgusting. I hate you.
And yet look at his position. Or rather, his illusioned position.
You know, once you call someone out, you start to see so much more of what they're actually like. It's so weird. It's like English class, where the blue curtains aren't just because the character liked the color blue, but they're because the character is actually deeply emo or something.
Except, instead of blue curtains, it's you being a self-absorbed, manipulative prick.
God’s gift to me, if you please.
God's a bit of a bastard.
I have dined with kings, I’ve been offered wings. And I’ve never been too impressed. Bob Dylan.
Is being irritating a natural trait, or did you acquire that?
[reading a recent newspaper who’s headline reads ‘NEW YORK NIGHTMARE RETURNS?’]
Oh, no, they’ve got it all wrong. What a mess.
A serial killer. I've made out with a serial killer. Impressive.