Wild Thing

Nine days out alone, Sleep in the dirt. She walks back into town with blood stains on her shirt. Everyone has questions but no one wants to know how far the anger in someone can really make them go. Her tangled hair and mud stains on her knees, Bruised ribs and rips on the side of her jeans. Baby she’s a wild thing.

[bethanythegoodgirl]

if u wanna write w me still im on checkmatcd mostly

[musingsfromlyrics]

тяүιηg ησт тσ ℓσsε мү нεα∂ вυт                    ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ                ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ          ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜɪs sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ     ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ

[overdueasteroid-archive-blog]

                               oh, my lσvε                                  please don’t ƈ г ყ                      i’ll wash my                                                                   вloody нαɴdѕ                   and we’ll start a new life

[roleplay-musings]

                                ɴo мαtter what happens                                   { I wιll вe вeѕιde yoυ }

[frauleinkunstlerin]

             [        Better to be h a t e d                                  than l o v e d for what you’re n o t.        ]

[freckleddoll]

                                     We are      Stronger from every scar      Brighter than any star      We’re the outcast

[frauleinkunstlerin]

                         Don’t you dare look [ b a c k ]                                            — just keep your e y e s on me. ♠

[shslfunerals-deactivated2015032]

                                              ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀     

                                    ◤   ᴹᵃᶰᵉᵃᵗᵉʳ, Make you work hard                                       Make you  ｓｐｅｎｄ ｈａｒｄ                                           ≾ Want all of her Ŀ♡ѴƐ ≿                                                sʜᴇ·s ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴇᴀᴛᴇʀ           ◢

                                               ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀  

[royaletiquette]

                      ——-   Sorry 

does not mean             {you’re wrong                      &&               they’re right.}

                                 It means you value   {your relationship                 >               your ego.}

[tatarax-deactivated20180417]

Ｉｆ  ｙｏｕ  ｃａｎ  ｓｔｉｌｌ  ｓ ｔ ａ ｎ ｄ， 

                                        Ｇｅｔ  ｔｈｅ  ｆｕｃｋ  ｕｐ 

                                                                            Ａｎｄ  ｋ ｅ ｅ ｐ 

                                                                                                       Ｆｉｇｈｔｉｎｇ.

[immortal-harley-hunt-deactivate]

                         Baby, I’m like a [ t i m e - b o m b ] 

                                           — just w a i t i n g to explode.

[seafaringkingx-archive]

Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die.

A Thousand Winds, by Mary Elizabeth Frye

[butterybyrneybase-blog]

[sometvmoviegifs]

Poor Meg

[timedelevi-deactivated20150305]

[silvertons]

You are in for a surprise when you find out what I do for a living.

[ruttintheroad]

For a fraction of a second, a heartbeat of a moment, he thinks that maybe she’ll tell him it isn’t. The alternative brings forward too many questions, questions that he’s not sure he wants the answers to. She gives him the answer he hoped she wouldn’t anyway and that’s all it takes for a burgeoning panic to start rising in him. He doesn’t want to remember that he’s seen people like this before: bloodied, dirtied, torn. He already sees this behind closed eyelids when he’s not part of the waking world, followed into his dreams by phantoms he can’t name or escape. He’s not dreaming now. In fact, he’s probably the most lucid he’s been in a long time and yet Mara is still standing there looking like something out of his nightmares. He blinks and nothing changes. That’s how he knows this is real. Silas is sure he’s dangerously close to climbing right out of his own skin, but he also understands that he needs to hold it together right now. There’ll be plenty of time to lose his shit later when it all comes rising back up to meet him. For now, he swallows it all down and tries not to choke on it. His hands tense slightly on her narrow shoulders, but his expression is softer than anyone would ever give him credit for. It needs to be. If not for his own sanity, then at least Mara’s. “Alright. Alright, Mara,” he starts, squaring his own shoulders and holding her gaze. “I need you to tell me if he really is dead. If … if you really did kill him.”

[maraisms]

She feels his hands tense on her shoulders and begins to chew on her lip. She looks down for just a moment, then back up at him. She could see in his eyes that he was worried and somewhat scared and in that moment all she could manage was a tiny nod. "I didn't mean to!" She said quickly but somewhat quietly. "He-He came out of nowhere I just tried to fight him off but it got bad."