Ophy in Wonderland

Personal Blog, Sideblog to most of my RP Blogs. Just so I have a place to reblog fandom stuff and to use to apply to rp groups etc

[ophyinwonderland2]

Green is the color of HOPE

He wants to be a symbol of HOPE

So Green Arrow

cause Hope Arrow would sound even worse..

[jay-walden]

My mother taught me everything, except how to live without her.

This terrifies me  (via toanywhere)

[ophyinwonderland2]

[ophyinwonderland2]

[ssscuttlebuttt]

[saultheghostmaker-blog]

Wow.

[0bubbledragon0]

The human body is fascinating

[yakimochi-ii]

I keep telling people this shit in real life and they don’t believe me. I’ve seen it from multiple sources, and this just adds another (albeit usually unreliable) source. This is actually legit, guys.  This is how your eyes move when you’re thinking about something.  It’s actually a good way to tell if someone is lying or not, because they’ll look to their left (your right, durr) when they’re constructing false memories, and to their right when they’re actually remembering them.

[arystar-deactivated20131103]

HOLY CRAP. SAVING THIS FOR FUTURE REF.

[ophyinwonderland2]

Send me a ship and my muse will tell you their honest thoughts about it!

Can be a ship involving my muse or not!

[ophyinwonderland2]

WHEN UR OTP KISSES BUT IT ISN’T SHOWN IT’S JUST

[suun-fl0wer]

Fashion Tips

[ricorizz0-blog]

[shkatulka-fobij]

http://models.com/work/fhm-collections-china-steam-age/viewAll

[lovebrwn]

[br-e-a-t-h-e]

[ophyinwonderland2]

Send me 📕 and I’ll write a six word story describing your muse.

[illinicoise]

[spiritualdread]

[dimepoetry]

on loving a wounded boy: there will be days when his smile is so bright that it blinds you. do not shield your eyes from him; instead, kiss the smile from his lips and taste the heat there, the love, the ashes. he will taste of sunshine and ruin. let him. there will be days when his arms are a crime scene of his own design, taped off and untouchable. there will be days you come home to find him bleeding heavily onto the bathroom floor and he will stain the tile with every regret sorrow guilt and he will call it his own private sin. bandage him; press your mouth to the cotton dryness of the cloth and feel the warmth of blood beneath. remind yourself that this is not who he is. remind him that he is more than the sum of every wrong done to him. there will be days when his mouth tastes of saccharine instead of sugar. do not call him on his mistakes. drink this bitter-sweet sorrow down to the dregs. there will be nights when his eyes are the color of bruises and his sobs will keep you awake no matter how he tries to silence them. pull him into your arms, but say nothing. if he wants to tell you, he will. there will be mornings when he traces his fingers up your leg as you eat your breakfast. he will not ask for anything more than just the comfort of your presence in the room. give that to him. there will be midnights that his legs kick out in fear and he will sweat his nightmares out like fever. there will be some kisses that taste like every childhood summer you’ve ever had, and other kisses that taste like sweat-salt and the dampness of tears. there will be times that he asks too much of you, or times you give too little. there will be times that he hisses threats between his teeth and every word feels like a dagger. and there will be apologies, eventually. soft words and silences that blanket you in comfort and the knowledge that above all else, his love is genuine. these moments will warm you from the inside out. more than anything, there will be moments when he looks at you like you alone put the sun in the sky, and his sigh against your lips will be a supernova and an autumn wind all at once. kiss him once. kiss him again. kiss him until he forgets he’s broken, and kiss him until you forget that you’re broken too.

“On Loving a Wounded Boy,” by dimepoetry (via dimepoetry)

[carswells]

“That makes you angry. And you’re afraid that that anger is going to burn you up inside if you have to live in the world one second longer knowing that you could do something to fix it.”