bruiser;

" his language was of blood and full of movement of fog; mouth made for speaking firm the first forceful master of this monster form. " nathan banks | 25 | rogue { mascot: Jessica Henwick }

[lgndvision]

[darkskinboy]

[milfsrights]

#mood

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I am standing alone in rebellion, and growing very careless.

Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Jane Humphrey written c. April 1848 (via chipped-red-nail-polish)

[tristamateer]

I’m in love with my anger / my war-won body / tense and vicious.

Trista Mateer (via tristamateer)

[chandlerbings]

[barbiehelmet]

halfway right // linkin park

[lifeinpoetry]

I want no intimate thing;

Paige Ackerson-Kiely, from “Onenightstand,” In No One’s Land (via lifeinpoetry)

[lifeinpoetry]

Something is always burning inside of you; it is not terrible to burn.

Paige Ackerson-Kiely, from “On the Gentle Nature of Swales,” In No One’s Land (via lifeinpoetry)

[rachmcadams]

Hey can I talk to you for a second?

[kevinskeller]

[gallagherista]

[reinasof]

ur full of yourself tbh

you would be too if you were beautiful and interesting

[lizzie-mcguire]

[nathanbcnks]

“dangerous? you worried that some sicko like me would use it against you?” she said, lowering her voice in an unserious attempt to sound threatening. “boom.” a lopsided grin spread wide across her face as she flung the cherry in the man’s direction, letting it SMASH against the man’s forehead. hand over mouth, jackie suppressed the childish laugh that threatened to leave her throat. “check out that state of the art weaponry.”

his eyes rolled at her CHILDISH repertoire. he should’ve expected that; an immature reaction to and immature conversation. nathan didn’t particularly MIND -- he just wasn’t sure he was counting on such a...lively personality. " is that what you consider yourself to be? A SICKO? “ his hand flew to his forehead as soon as the cherry hit -- brown orbs dipping in ANNOYANCE. “ you’re playing a very RISKY game, kid. i’d watch it if i were you. “ 

[lifeinpoetry]

each razed corner of             a heart I am not afraid to bite. Through stutter             and howl, blood in the throat, each feeling identical as             the next and howling at the door.

— Muriel Leung, from “Misery Machine,” published in Twelfth House

[derekmcrgans-blog]

                                                Do not                                                           hurt                                                                 her

                                                                      I will                                                                            rip                                                                                 you                                                                                    apart.