\\ : BLOODSPORT.

❝He is the picture of ambition: the boy who didn't know when to stop. The one who wanted to the point of losing himself to the waves. He leaves us with the knowledge that we are made to sink or to fly. And sometimes, both. This is not a love story, it is a boy who let the darkness within pull him under. ❞

[vodkaunt]

The most painful goodbyes are the ones that are never said, and never explained.

Unknown (via widths)

[vodkaunt]

The most painful goodbyes are the ones that are never said, and never explained.

Unknown 

[a-quiet-green-agreement]

–Margaret Atwood

[achillics]

they tell me ‘love your flaws’ but each time I peer  over the precipice of each sin, each ungodly cavern of immorality, vertigo seizes these bones and I fall. I drown in it. I reek of damnation, hopelessness has made a home in this heart and I have come to know hell. it is cold. it is so cold.

anathema - a.j. 

[dvoyd]

you were silent but lovely; radiant, like the dawn. colors were your language, so fluently worn; conveying what words never could. you were a masterpiece, the artwork of all the greatest hands. the tenth wonder of the world; sculpted in the sunlight and bathed in the stars. you were what heaven envied— what gods feared and beasts worshipped, what made kings tremble and armies flee. when wolves howled, they were calling your name. but now you are dark, empty; now you are what bleeds the world of its beauty. you are the weed in the garden, a disease in the heart and mind, festering a sickness. you are what should never be; yet what could be, what is, and what must be. you are the lie that speaks an unavoidable truth: that all things beautiful and divine are tragic.

stars are still beautiful even after they have fallen | m.a.w 

[dvoyd]

real monsters are born of love. they crawled from the womb of something warm, something soft, something bright— with hearts vulnerable, naked, helpless and hopeful. the monster loved— that’s how it became monstrous.

love the predator, pity its prey | m.a.w 

[katsmoving]

Oh, that sweet, innocent boy, He deserved every star in the sky. But all he got was the remaining stardust of a life that could have been. The darkness killed the stars in his heart, and turned them into black holes in his mind. He’s been drowning in an empty universe for so long, He’s not sure what’s real anymore.

You miss it, don’t you? The warmth of a star you don’t remember // k.s. (via worthystevie)

[henrycavilledits]

Should fans be preparing to come and join you next year? I could never guarantee anything because I don’t know I’m gonna be next week, let alone next year. But…

[dirbenaffleck]

😍

[llilyjames-archived]

99/150 photos of Henry Cavill

[henricavyll]

Regrets are something you can’t really have as an actor, because ultimately you’ll end up destroying yourself there’s a lot of disappointment in this business.

Happy Birthday Henry William Dalgliesh Cavill  (May 5 ,1983)

[llilyjames-archived]

88/150 photos of Henry Cavill

[kendaspntwd]

[metaphorformetaphor]

how many centuries deep is your wound?

Adonis, from “Unintended Worship,” If Only the Sea Could Sleep (Green Integer, 2003)

[synistere]

Henry Cavill photographed by Ben Watts for Men’s Fitness Magazine September 2016

[fyhenrycavill]

Durrell Challenge 2017 - Interview with Henry Cavill

[flawlessgentlemen]

Is there another career you could’ve envisioned pursuing had things worked out differently? Thankfully, at this stage I’ve got my foot in the door enough that if someone tried to slam it shut, I could probably squeeze through a little bit and keep the door open. As far as a full backup plan, it was the British Armed Forces.