living on a prayer

Sometimes you just gotta be your own hero and save your own little { h e a r t }. Because, sometimes, the people you can't imagine living without,can live without you.

[jaxnmartins-deactivated20210206]

“Huh… Well, it’s not meant to be creepy. It’s meant to be a compliment… You don’t have to promise me anything, I’m not going to stalk you. I promise.” She replied quietly, looking down and fiddling with her thumbs. Giving the brunette a sigh, she shook her head and looked back up again. “No, it’s just me. Just weird… I know it is, it’s fine.”

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"Does that mean you're trying to compliment me when taking my picture because, if so, then go ahead. Compliment me every day if you have to, my ego can and will take it." Paige watched her with a raised brow. "I know how to make my body move, you know, create shapes and forms while performing a routine. That's the only art I know. Everything else is just... it's just pictures to me. There's no difference between them. It's not weird, it's your thing. You know, champion what you're got at and all that good shit, but I just don't really see what makes a picture great unless someone has their chest out."

[jellomarshmallow]

You’ve become so damaged that when someone tries to give you what you deserve, you have no fucking idea how to respond.

(via unspoken——words)

[adamsxaddie-deactivated20160725]

“Look at you, doing something admirable. Fair enough.” Addie nodded with a somewhat amused smile on her face. “I like my definition better. Yours sounds like it would be too much work. Well, whenever you’re ready, you know where to find me.” She chuckled. “Maybe I was going for that, maybe not. I mean, if this whole art career doesn’t work out in the future, I could always be a psychiatrist, or whoever uses those ink-blot pictures. That’s why I asked you to choose a color, you nut.” The brunette searched around her purse for a bit, before taking out three different shades of green pencils. “Fine, I’ll treat you to… whatever you want. I’m on a budget though.” She shrugged and held the pencils in front of the other. “Now choose one.”

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"I'm all about being admirable, you should try it. It makes you feel all warm and fuzzy... but that could also be the fluffy socks I've got on so who knows," Paige smirked in reply. "In the famous words of a Mr Troy Bolton; 'if we work, work. There'll be no doubt we can still save the summer'. As you can see, working hard is very important. If you chose psychiatry over art then you’d have to work even harder. Too much effort. You’re much better off being a beggar, at least you’d get money for sitting on your ass all day. What more could a girl want? If anyone is a nut here it’s you." Paige stared at the pencils in disbelief. “Are you serious? They’re all green. Fuck, the treat better be worth it after all this hard work.” She then pointed at the middle pencil.

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[maoshield]

[findingwordsforthoughts]

i am angry, so i started swearing in my poetry. fuck god-damn jackass bullshit caravan. what an un-lady-like thing to write.

marina v., the fuck you poem. (via findingwordsforthoughts)

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daisyliberxto:

Daisy chuckled slightly and gave the woman a shrug. “Only if you’re not very good at it…” She had taken many photos without the permission of those in them. Perhaps she should’ve asked, but people looked their best when they were relaxed and ignorant to the camera pointed in their direction. “Even hell can be beautiful.” She said quietly, looking up at the girl. “Sometimes—” 

           "Not really all that comforting, a lil' creepy at best. If I promise to keep on your good side will you promise not to creepy stalk me with that thing?" Paige arched a brow at the brunette; as if challenging her, though her tone was light and humorous. As Daisy continued, Paige almost felt herself becoming uncomfortable with the fact that she couldn't see the beauty of hell -- or in anything, to be more percise. "I guess I lack the sight or whatever people call it."

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“Didn’t peg you as the materialistic kind.“ Addie pretended to look surprised, before letting out a chuckle. “If by greater good you’re talking about my absolutely magnificent masterpieces, then totally. Not sure how to take that but I think you’re trying to tell me you’re not a virgin. Is that it? Because if so, message received.” She teased with a wink. “It’s supposed to be some sort of trippy-looking butterfly. I’m just… taking my time with it.” The brunette shrugged and waved a hand. “Oh no, don’t go into the light yet. I’m going to force you to choose more colors for me, then you can go.”

           "What can I say? Sometimes, I like to shatter the stereotypes that people like to harbour about me. It helps curb boredom," Paige replied with a lift of her shoulders. "Well, I could've meant a Havens-wide genocide, but sure; lets go with your defnition of ‘greater good’. Wouldn't want to upset the kiddies and the sensitive. Glad you got the message, but I was more hinting at the fact that I don't want to be sacrificed any time soon," she stared as the other winked. "What happened to painting normal butterflies? Or were you going for one of those 'look at this picture and tell me what you see' kind of butterflies? Because all I see is a messy blob of spilled ink." The gymnast made a disgruntled noise, as if choosing colours was the most tiring thing in the world, before plopping her head back against the couch. "That sounds like a lot of hard work, I'll be expecting to be rewarded for such fantastic participation on my part."

[johnsonandcoulson]

paige martin + non-stop from ‘hamilton’ ↳ requested by @blommowitch

[peterkavlnsky]

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This is my F I G H T song

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telepathic-lunsford:

“And where would be the fun in answering my own question? I might as well be talking to myself if that were the case. Have you now? Interesting. Correction, you’re here because your mother was intimidated by you. Doesn’t take a telepath to figure that much out.“ Sydney remarked, gaze drifting towards the band around her finger. “You don’t want to know.” She answered curtly, jaw tightening ever so slightly. “Cheating? Cheating would be living your entire life on an island and still think from your textbooks and lectures that you know what the outside world is like. No, I lived it. So yes, I sure as hell know what I’m talking about when I say, you don’t want to know.” She answered, words touching the others mind as her green hues pressured the shorter of the pair not to press the topic. “And what makes you say that?”

           "Some people love the sound of their own voice that much, for all I know you're on of those people. I've been here for six months. I lived out there my entire life, and I think I have some authority when I say I know what it's like out there. I've seen it first hand. I might not have seen what you have, but I've seen a family torn apart and that's enough. Oh please, you think my mother was intimidated by the fact that I could do a back handspring double twist without breaking a sweat? You're mistaken." Catching the blonde's gaze on the ring, Paige dropped her hand to her side and walked over to the nearest cabinet, in which she rested her body against. "You know, telling me that I don't want to know only makes me want to know even more. That's reverse psychology bullshit for you. Well, good thing that's not me. I don't live my life behind a textbook. Never have, never will." As the words were spoken into her mind, Paige closed her eyes and tried to ignore how uncomfortable it really was to have someone else in her head. "--- Again, only makes me want to know more," she muttered, shaking the blonde's voice from her head. "Well, for one; I just don't give a shit about the people here. Nor have I made an effort to make friends in the six months that I've been here. Take a look around you," Paige swept her hand through the air, "I have no friends... and I'm fine with that. I don't need anyone, but that doesn't lessen the fact that I'm fully aware that there's no one out there with the urge to need me." No one wants me.

[themusicismymasterr]

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I'm gonna harden my heart I'm gonna swallow my tears I'm gonna turn and leave you here

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telepathic-lunsford:

“Like? Oh only a whole world, but that is the unknown for you. You should be, Martin. So you’re saying the people here are to be more so feared that those out there? If only you knew.. I’d like to see you try, still, can’t fault you for keeping you options open. And what is your definition?“

           "Spoiling that would ruin my fun, but you're the telepath. Shouldn't you know the answers to your own questions before you ask them? I've seen what people can do regardless of this damn island. I'm only here because my mum had absolutely no idea what to do with me," she fidgeted with the wedding band on her finger as she spoke. "What exactly is out there, then? Since, you know, you apparently know more than me. Which I think is kind of cheating, but whatever. Having my options open is the only option I have." Paige thought for a moment before shrugging, "you say 'superior'. I say 'inconsequential'."

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telepathic-lunsford:

“Well someone has to be. And you’re about the only person that can give as good as they get without”reverting to sulking in a corner. – Even if you don’t like what you see, or hear for lack of a better term? Take me down…“ Sydney mused, brows raised in amusement. “You do like to dream big, don’t you? I’m not saying you can’t be one again. I’m merely saying why go back to the past when your current self is a superior replicate.”

          "I have other methods to sulk that don't involve corners. What's there to hear or see that I haven't already seen or heard? I'm not scared, Lunsford. If I was then I would have got off of this island six months ago. Yeah, you know... if I felt like it. A girl has got to have options." Paige shrugged. "Who said I'm dreaming? I think we clearly have two very different definitions of superior when it comes to me."

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daisyliberxto:

“It’s not about the physical photo… It’s about what picture says to you— How that picture guides you to create something, something you spend hours on…” Trailing off, she simply shrugged at the question.  “What makes a good subject is… Well, subjective— Unsuspecting and candid, they’re my favourites. People just doing ordinary things, like sitting on a couch.” Gesturing to where the woman had been sitting, Daisy reached for her bag and took out the small sketch book she carried with her everywhere. “It’s real. And reality is a simplistic beauty…”

          So maybe Paige was more intrigued than she made herself out to be as the other continued to describe the intricacies of a photograph. In a way, she could relate. Maybe not with photos, but with gymnastics. It was about creating a story, a movement with her body. Same thing, right? "Aren't those the kind that also get people arrested and restraining orders put in place?" she couldn't help herself as she replied. "Reality isn't always beautiful. Sometimes it's hell."