such is the fate of heroes

so comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their ending

[drops-of-universe]

im gods favorite open wound

[fnordseer5]

wednesday again. are you starting to pay attention yet?

[fnordseer5]

they're just repeating the same days every week

[infectiouspiss]

if vampires can't come inside without permission does that mean that you can just keep riding that thang and they can't um . yknow

[s0up-for-sluts]

Reblog to edge a vampire

[89cats]

(by neilsonabeel)

[mymouthisfullofstars]

you promised me tomorrow and i used to be naive and i wanted to be better so i used your eyes to see you put your hands inside my chest and filled the hole in me and you put your lips on mine but it never helped me breathe you filled up all the empty spaces where i used to be and you repaired or just replaced all of the broken parts of me and i let you deep inside cause i was curious to see if the problem was that i was i instead of being we i said the doctors never helped but you smiled and said 'let's see' so i opened up my ribs so you could set my demons free and you poked around inside so long i thought it had to be that when you'd finally finished i could finally start to breathe you never said a word as you stitched me up so neat and i thought that you had fixed it just by being there with me but you left me where you found me with my own apology that you sewed into my skin because you couldn't make me breathe - maybe i always knew

[crisisaegyl]

Just out here hurting my own feelings on the daily 😘

(in desperate need of softer world au’s of these two)

 P.D 

[johnlockiseverywhere]

"He gave you a heartbeat. He gave him a tomb."

Your story still ends with you dead and intertwined | p.d (via lostcap)

[poughkeepsiesjr]

the chances of buck looking tommy in the eyes and going "you think you're close? well have you ever tasted his BLOOD" are low but knowing him truly never zero

[murdockbuckley]

crying laughing actually why are they like this

[jayhsketch]

Pride month is here so,,,

Available in ko-fi! I Instagram

[terribletide]

things i love:

-space

-the ocean

things i am terrified of:

-space

-the ocean

[lostcap]

I don’t know how to tell you that I miss you. So I don’t.

I think about texting you at least once a week now. It used to be once a day. It’s been years, really, of that wanting.

Your life has a trajectory that mine no longer mirrors. I was there, I was there, I was there I want to scream into a tiny blue bubble. I don’t.

You forgot me first. I want to yell at you. But I don’t. Nothing is that simple, not really. I’m not even mad at you, I don’t know why I want to yell. Maybe because I can now.

I think of the last gift I ever sent you. The one for which there was no return. I think of the first. From me. From you. I still have it. Next to my mother’s ashes, my most prized of things, the ones that hurt too much if I think about them too long and so I put them on full display so I never have to really look at them. That’s the secret you know, you gotta let your past blend into your wallpaper.

I think of all the things that can change in ten years. Of all the things that don’t. That didn’t. I think of you, I think of me. I draft a text I won’t send. Set the reminder in my brain to think of you next Tuesday.

[lostcap]

i miss my friend–no. i don't know. she is no longer mine. she is no longer herself. it's been years since. she came up to me, us, once and– i wanted to talk again. i was excited. i wished and i hoped and i, as always, was disappointed (a universal constant). because she was not her and i don't know the new girl, do i? i wanted to talk about smurfs and sea creatures and existentialism and the fae-folk. all she wanted was gossip and "oh did you hear?" and "god, haven't you heard?". i miss real her

We are never only our roots. We are the petals and the stems, the bark and the leaves, flowers and trees that grow from who we once were, who we used to be, to who we are.

Have you asked in the same language? One she speaks, one you speak? In the color of her leaves? Or do you only ask in the way your roots are still tangled and waiting, in the ground? We do not have to stay the same. We are not meant to stay the same. And maybe she wants to talk to you about the sky and the stars and how no matter how tall and wide she grows, they keep getting dimmer and farther away. Maybe. You won’t know until you ask her how it is to grow and she asks you the same. Ask her about her spring and listen. She misses summer. She misses you. Ask her.

[taz-skylar]

| P.D

(insp)

[baijingting]

PARK HYUNG SIK and HAN HYO JOO as JUNG YI HYUN and YOON SAE BOM HAPPINESS (2021) dir. Ahn Gil Ho — maybe in the end, you were both just meant for the flames; p.d

[driftlight]

“i miss the plush of your lips: soft to touch, and sweet to kiss.”

—

[hallowmist]

“Language is alive. As alive as civilizations and the people and the lands they fill. One year, ten, decades, centuries Go by. And still, it remains. Ever-changing and adapting, stealing, molding, discarding. Language is a journey: changing, from one stop to the next, from generation to generation, continuing forever.”

— on words and history // e.q.