It was too good to last.
Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea (via methodtomymxdness)

Janaina Medeiros
ojovivo

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
noise dept.
Three Goblin Art
YOU ARE THE REASON

Product Placement
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
occasionally subtle
Mike Driver

No title available
Xuebing Du
almost home
Cosimo Galluzzi
trying on a metaphor
Today's Document

pixel skylines
cherry valley forever
d e v o n

Andulka

seen from Switzerland

seen from Brunei
seen from Russia
seen from Uzbekistan
seen from United States
seen from United States

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

seen from United Kingdom

seen from Croatia

seen from Italy

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United Kingdom

seen from Malaysia

seen from United Kingdom
seen from Italy

seen from Malaysia
@longingforhumanity-blog
It was too good to last.
Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea (via methodtomymxdness)
Terrible Pick-Up Lines Meme
"Do you know what would look good on you? Me."
"Excuse me, I am about to go home to masturbate and needed a name to go with the face."
"Fuck me if I am wrong, but you want to screw me, don't you?"
"Hey, want to play house? I could be the door, and you could slam me all night long."
"How do you like your eggs: poached, scrambled, or fertilized?"
"I do floors, doors, windows, and you."
"I wish you were a screen door, so I can slam you all day long."
"If I flip a coin, what are the chances of me getting head?"
"Is that crotch sweat, or are you just happy to see me?"
"If I was a skateboard and you were a ramp, I would grind you all night."
"If I was your coworker, I'd sexually harass you."
"If your left leg was Thanksgiving and your right leg Christmas, can I visit you between the Holidays?"
"I’m tired. You’re tired. Let’s sleep together!"
"Let's bypass all the bullshit and just get naked."
"Let's have a party and invite your pants to come on down."
"Life is like a dick. When it gets hard, 'Fuck it'."
"My face is leaving in fifteen minutes. Be on it."
"Remember my name. you'll be screaming it later."
"Roses are red, violets are blue. I like spaghetti, let's go screw."
"That dress looks very becoming on you. Of course, if I were on you, I'd be coming, too."
"Wanna play some football? We can both be skins."
"What are you doing tonight? Besides me?"
"Would you like to try an Australian kiss? It is just like a French kiss, but down under."
"You are what you eat, and tonight I want to be you."
"You must be a cold shower, because I'd love to be inside of you."
"You must not have air conditioning because I'm your fan and you're turning me on."
"You remind me of my pink toe; you're small, you're cute, and I'm probably going to bang you on my coffee table later tonight."
"You wanna go skinny dipping in my water bed?"
I can’t abandon the person I used to be so I carry her
365 Days of Haiku, Day #123 (via taintedecho)
but i could have been different.
-a six word story (via firemxtt)
“What do you do when eternity becomes too much?”
{OPEN}
While trying to coax an interesting tale from anyone, it was usually best not to spook them. And at that very moment, he wasn’t sure the woman needed the whole truth.
❝It’s a private practice, really. I fix any problem for a price.❞
❝Yes, well love is unbelievable. You aren’t the first to be struck— though do go on with it!❞
Eriyn leaned an elbow on the countertop and allowed his chin to rest gently in his palm. Green eyes became transfixed upon his company, a teasing smile playing at his lips. Without a better way to motivate someone he knew nothing about, the hunter settled on a guess for the time being.
❝No, I’ll guess! You died, didn’t you? You look like the type with regrets.❞
She lets out a small hum, a private practice? That did sounded rather shady didn’t it? Was it too late to back out? She wasn’t sure how trustworthy----or not, this man could prove to be. “A private practice..Hmm.” She chuckles a bit at how eager he sounds to hear the rest of the tale. “Patience is a virtue you know?” She takes a sip of the drink she’s been nursing, even taking the time to properly clear her throat. Now she’s just teasing him, purposely taking her time before getting back into it all. “Well,” she pauses at his guess. “You’re not a very sensitive guy are you? But yes I did die----sort of. If you still count undead as dead.”
“And why would I need to explain the likes to you?”
“Well if you want my help, it would probably go a lot smoother if I knew what you meant.”
( silvergain )
Lola looks at her, stubbornness written in her features. She’s not about to admit anything to the seemingly random stranger. She shakes her head, “look, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
The 100 meme.
Send one for my muse reaction:
"You say having feelings makes me weak, but you're weak for hiding from them."
"Maybe life should be about more than just surviving."
"You care about him."
"You're the most beautiful broom in a broom closet of brooms."
"Touch me again and I'll end you. In a non-criminal way."
"He'd do anything for her, to protect her."
"If I'm going to take orders from you, I need a better reason."
"This is on you, princess. You should have kept your mouth shut."
"I can't lose you, too."
"Listen to me. I told you my life ended the day you were born, the truth is, it didn't start until then."
"I need you. We all need you. None of us would have survived this place if it weren't for you."
"Well, because right now I don't feel like being around anyone I actually like."
"Who we are and who we need to be to survive are two very different things."
"Wait a second. Why are you showing us this?"
"I don't even know who you are any more"
"I have what I need."
"If you're gonna kill me, get it over with."
"You don't want to do this. Trust me. There are some lines you can't uncross."
Yo what’s poppin lil cuties, like for a starter maybe? Lengths will vary!!
We turned ourselves to stone, do you hear me? We turned to stone and we reveled in it. My hands starving for that statuesque perfection, I’d never touched anything so smooth and sharp. So we were writing love notes that read like Will and Testaments—TAKE ME IN YOUR MOUTH AND NEVER LET ME OUT. I WANT THE ACHE OF YOUR HANDS UNZIPPING MY SPINE. I WANT TO BE THE LAST BODY YOUR BODY GETS LOST IN. I COULD DIE INSIDE YOU— But I would rather sucker my mouth to the crook of your neck and pull all the poison out. I’ll be the Montague to your Capulet; I’ll fall to pieces for this infant of a thing we pretended to call love. But this was never romance; it was romancing our own destruction. It was me, in so deep my feet couldn’t touch bottom. It was you, knocking teeth with the skeletons in my closet. So I went crawling through the mud and your mouth came out to meet me— dirty hands for dirty kissing. Dirty hearts. Dirty knees. We did it to ourselves, remember? Like we’d be better statues, like we could make art out of that kind of violence. But the mural you paint in blood is still blood. We thought if we stood still enough, we’d forget all the wicked we had done.
MUSEUM PIECE, by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)
‘’I know what you are and you should know what I am. So let this be a warning to you. Josh might ba a bit naive but if anyone hurts the ones I care about - I hurt them.’’
“Well aren’t you welcoming? I’m not here to hurt anyone, I’m honestly just trying to find a place to settle for awhile. And while we’re on the topic, I’m not too terribly keen on threats.”
(longingforhumanity) Davina crossed her arms as she looked at the other brunette. Josh had told her about this new ‘super nice’ vampire girl in town, but Davina clearly didn’t trust her. ‘’Look, I don’t know what you’re doing here, but I don’t buy this whole ‘sweet new girl thing’ you’re trying to pull off.’’
She narrows her eyes at the other, unsure of what she had meant. She was generally a nice person, had she come across as fake? “I’m here because I’m traveling and this is a beautiful city.” She shrugs, “I’m not quite sure what you mean by ‘sweet new girl thing’.”
Freya sighed at the brunettes words. ‘’I’m sorry to disapoint you, but as I’ve said before; there’s no way for you to become human, unless you’re willing to leave your body. Besides, there’s nothing you could give to me & I honestly don’t have time for this.’‘
Lola was pretty desperate at this point and maybe it was making her irrational, but she meant it when she said she’d do anything to be human again. “Okay so maybe you don’t need anything from me now, but if you do this then I‘d owe you a favor, and it’s always good to have a favor in your arsenal, right? And as I’ve said before I’ll do anything if it meant being human again.”
“I know it’s not easy, but I can’t take this life! Please I’ll do anything you ask, just help me.”
{OPEN}
❝Bother me?❞
An abrupt and short-lived bout of laughter fell from his lips, head tilting back in amusement.
❝I live on the woes of others! Ah, but that might be harsh… What I meant to say was that I’m a professional ‘helper’ of sorts—you catch my drift?❞
Leaning ever closer to the woman, Eriyn flashed a carefully controlled smile her way. Were there more people in the area, he might have taken precautions to such a conversation. Yet the two sat in near private—the bartender might be the sole witness to their words.
❝Lovely to meet you, Lola. Now, I believe you have some things to vent about.❞
She chuckled a bit at his words, “professional helper?” She takes a deep breath considering his offer, she did after all need someone to vent to didn’t she? It was hard for her these days, to open up--but she didn’t have much to lose considering he had already heard her words about no longer being human.
“Well, I’m not sure how much of my story you’ll believe...But it started about a century--ago back when I gave up my humanity for the man I loved.”
{OPEN}
“It helps to have someone at your side. Not even a lover… just a friend.”
“I had that, well it was more than a friend--but I blew it.”