the villian

and you are simply another disappointment. private, exclusive, indie swain. tracking nevermove.

[nevermove-a-blog]

i remade. @nevermove.

[nevermove-a-blog]

i remade. @nevermove.

[nevermove-a-blog]

i remade. @nevermove.

[nevermove-a-blog]

i remade. @nevermove.

[nevermove-a-blog]

i remade. @nevermove.

[nevermove-a-blog]

i remade. @nevermove.

[royalsuggestions]

I await your return with open jaws.

[adrasteiax]

O my hunger! My hunger!

Anne Sexton, from Suicide Note in “The Complete Poems Of Anne Sexton”

(via adrasteiax)

[incorrect-kotor-quotes]

“If I cannot be kind or just, then I will at least be victorious.”

Revan (via incorrect-kotor-quotes)

[1111111111110]

[nevermove-a-blog]

she sits on his desk, and tugs whatever papers he has right out of his gross hands! " pay attention to me more and maybe i wont be so relentless with my pestering dear... "

Jericho’s eyebrow raises as the papers are unceremoniously yanked out of his hands. 

“I didn’t realize an ancient being needed something as mundane and childish as attention,” Jericho drawls, leaning forward and tilting his head to the side in a similar way a bird might. “I’ll have to suffer through a fair amount of moaning for losing those papers, by the way.” 

He rises and catches Vivian by the neck, leans down so they are nose to nose. The tip of his crooked one drifts over her deliciously smooth cheek as he snarls into her ear, “You want my attention, dear? You have it -- my undivided attention.” 

[soracities]

Hope’s thin, he said. Despair’s thick. Like blood.

Viet Thanh Nguyen, The Sympathizer   (via mirroir)

[watchoutforintellect]

I thought of your body as one thinks of murder

Anne Sexton, from “Christmas Eve” in The Complete Poems (via illuminosity)

[spaacemusings]

                               Victory isn’t something you are given.                                         It is something you take.

[renemrr]

[oh-girl-among-the-roses]

My heart dresses in black and dances.

Mary Oliver, “After Reading Lucretius, I Go to the Pond” (via oh-girl-among-the-roses)

[latinavivit]

nomenque erit indelibile nostrum.

And my name shall never be forgotten. (Ovid)