[finndamerons-archive]

i was born a fighter; gatekeeper of an endless war where justice and revenge are dishes best served warm, where the lines between right and wrong don’t exist anymore - i am judge, jury, and executioner. i am the weapon that hands out the sentence i am the last thing you’ll ever see - but i didn’t want to be a fighter. i just wanted to be free.

the devil and god are at war inside me // m.m. (via skorri)

[filmgifs]

Charlie’s Angels (2000) dir. McG

[malemuses-blog]

“I spent my life learning to feel less.”

— Jonathan Safran Foer (via quotemadness)

[nowatmuseclip]

“‘I’m your girl,’ she said in the dark. ‘Your girl. No matter what I’m always your girl.’”

— Ernest Hemingway, The Garden Of Eden (via thelovejournals)

[avadcniels]

[cainduboisarchive]

“Your sibling, after all, is the only other person in the world who understands how fucked up your parents made you.”

— Deb Caletti, The Nature of Jade

[geauxfvck]

[franki-e-deactivated20170214]

I like art, and by art I mean music, poetry, sex, paintings, the human body, literature… All of this is art to me.

 Hunter Reveu (via franki-e)

[stuckinreversemode]

[annabelledexterjones]

[henriscavills]

[sethkate]

[beautyqueenns]

[avlexpansea]

She did not flinch. “My past,” she told the room, “is littered with the bones of men who were foolish enough to think I was someone they could sleep on.

Michele Roberts (via mikhailovs)

[laurasbailey]

[charmaineolivia]

[ofmcxie]

angelofthegetthru‌:

Delilah hummed as she wiped down her counter, thankful for a break in business. For whatever reason, she’d had countless customers pouring into her coffee shop, so many that she was thankful she’d brewed some extra reserves this morning. Her shop, which had been filled with people, was finally quiet in the wake of all the insanity of the day. In fact, she was about to catch up on a few things when a patron came in who looked a bit…disgruntled, for lack of a better term.

“Well hello there, dear one!” the angel chirped from behind the counter, “You seem to be a bit troubled. Is everything alright? How can I help?” Without another word, Delilah immediately started pouring a cup of coffee for the newcomer, placing it on the counter for them.

It had perhaps become a bit of a tradition for Thea, to get her afternoon coffee fix whenever she’d had to pick up one of the early shift at work. She always liked to try and mix up where she went where she could, and heavenly brews seemed popular enough amongst the locals that she figured she’d give it a go. 

“Uh, hi.” She smiled in turn as she walked in only to be met by a bundle of pure sunshine it seemed. “Sorry, it’s really nice to meet you I just don’t think i’ve ever met a barista quite so chipper by this time in the afternoon before.” The omega chuckled, shrugging faintly and a little unnerved at how easily this woman seemed able to pick up on her mood -- Was she truly that transparent? “I’m okay, no worse off than most that went to that stupid party...Did you hear about it?” Thea nodded gratefully as a fresh mug of coffee was poured, eager to take it regardless. “Thanks, do you guys do baked goods or anything?”