God save The Queen

Anna, 19, Aquarius. Throw me to the wolves and I will return leading the pack. ♡

[abstract-dimension]

[tristamateer]

“There is no stone left unturned here in the experience of love.” -Cecilie K., author of Kelp Song 

The Dogs I Have Kissed is available signed, directly from me!

[floozys-deactivated20180908]

there’s a lot of unspoken pressure to keep liking the things you used to like and to keep dressing the way you’ve always dressed and to never question what you believe in and basically “be yourself” has slowly morphed into “be what everyone knows you as” but trust me when i say if you just give it up and simply make decisions and take actions based purely on what would make you happy, you’ll gain a very comforting sense of self peace   

[floatwithme]

[atamajakki]

I love when ghost hunting shows are in a fucking ancient ruin and ask their questions in english

“what is your name” homeboy I was a viking several hundred years ago I don’t know what the fuck you’re saying

[vollenden-deactivated20250930]

I hope that one day you realize what you had with me and you scream your lungs dry.

(via soulsscrawl)

[darshanasuresh]

i. remember when you pulled my ribs out from my chest and made walking sticks out of them? i do, i do. ii. the last time i saw you i said yes, this is the last time. i said no more, no more. you will not plunder my body apart like sunken treasure anymore. iii. it’s like — i tried running from the flames, i really did. it’s just hard to run when you don’t really want to. it’s just hard to run when you love the person who started the fire. i loved you, i did. iv. we were happy, once. happy like hearts fluttering, like butterfly kisses, like glasses clinking together in the dusk, sunsets passing us by daily. i was happy then. i keep finding my way back to that happiness. i forget sometimes that it just doesn’t exist anymore. v. here’s the dream where you always find your way back to me. here’s the dream where i always find my way back to you.

Darshana Suresh, week 13 of 52 - “Quicksand” (via titanswrite)

[hourglasss]

And I began to let him go. Hour by hour. Days into months. It was a physical sensation, like letting out the string of a kite. Except that the string was coming from my center.

Augusten Burroughs, You Better Not Cry: Stories for Christmas (via theglasschild)

[dopegyaaal]

Once I cut you off, I could care less if you're winning. I mean I wish you the best but i'm really not paying attention

[youcanhearsilence]

Is she naked because you love her or do you love her because shes naked?

(via silk-dreams)

[heirloombabydoll-deactivated201]

You did not light me: I was always a mad comet; but you have fixed me. I spun round you a satellite for a month, but I shall swing out soon, a dark star in the orbit where you will blaze.

Love letter to Siegfried Sassoon from Wilfred Owen 5 November 1917 (via azirphales)

[iamhannalashay]

I thought I’d join in on this blackout movement…

[f-ungi-deactivated20140928]

Today I walked the same path I have a hundred times before but with company as opposed to being alone. I have never noticed this before and probably never would have if my friend had not have pointed it out.

[shefoundherselfsomehow]

I think we were meant to be but we did it wrong.

12 word story (via erstegrosseliebe)

[0cean--baby]

[wordsnquotes]

My soul and yours are the same, You appear in me, I in you, We hide in each other.

Rumi (via wordsnquotes)

[terrjble]