❛ — sublime.

— est. 1997 rox(anne) | 8teen aspiring novelist & underachieving typographer.

[sadbeautifultragic-deactivated2]

this is why they kicked her out

[fancywitchery]

small and easy health tips that make a lot of difference

wash your face every night - washcloth, warm water, and a simple cleanser will do wonders. plus, warm water helps make you all sleepy for bed

take a multivitamin every day - and keep an eye open for coupons for them. usually multivitamins have some pretty great coupons

if you can, open the windows every once in a while. fresh air does a lot of good for your body (and state of mind)!

keep a few cleaning supplies in the bathroom. every so often after having a shower, give things a quick wipe-down. the steam from the shower dislodges any sink guck, making the job much easier - and never underestimate the power of a clean bathroom for both physical and mental health

keep a water bottle by the bed and drink some water when you wake up. it’ll help you greet the day a little easier, and plus - whose mouth ISN’T as dry as the sahara when they wake up?

it’s not always easy, but try to make doing dishes before turning in for the night a habit. i can’t express how lovely it is to wake up and walk into a clean and tidy kitchen

keep snacks in the fridge that are delicious and healthy - my faves are strawberries, cherry tomatoes, and grapes. i love snacks. plus, there’s not really much prep involved with those kinds of things

sweep! sweeping takes up a bit more physical energy, but it’s become one of my favourite things to do. i put on some nice music and visualize sweeping out not only dirt, but anything else clouding up my space - negative energy, self doubt, etc. it’s a nice, witchy little ritual for me now.

light a candle, specifically one that smells delicious

identify the things that make you feel better about yourself and your surroundings and prioritize them and only them when you’re feeling sucky. that way, you still feel accomplished, but you aren’t using up all your mental and physical energy trying to run through all your tasks/cleaning/etc

remember that you’re doing these things for you, and not anyone else. you deserve to feel happy and at ease!

[gildedhunny]

— YOU KNOW THE TWO OF US, WE’RE JUST YOUNG GODS.

[aronpipcrs-deactivated20200707]

You were my home until you burned it down. Every wall we put up together, plastered in and painted over to hide the cracks beneath. The floorboards we lay, side by side, and glossed over to deflect attention from the dull, ageing colour of a love started over one too many times. We fitted light bulbs in antique lamps, put up a chandelier in the foyer – a representation of the grandeur of our love; a love bigger than mountains and vaster than oceans. Never ending. Yet another facade. The decorations, those are the ones that really get me. Tapestries of glorious technicolor, paintings of beautiful scenes. These showed our times together – gleeful, spontaneous and full of light. As the years ticked away, so did the quality of said decorations – declining until all that was left of the vibrant colours was a faded grey, just like how our times together became muted and tense. You were there every step of the way as we built this home, personalised it and stored pieces of us in every nook and cranny. So why is it that when I walk around the corner, I hit my hips on sharp edges? Why, when I open up our bedroom door, am I submerged by the skeletons we have accumulated during our time together? Our love was light, warm and gentle… But now it’s just dead.

to the first boy who felt like home; you will also be the last. (via alienzrpt)

[plvmbaby-blog]

Did I ever love you? That's asking if a blind man ever thought the world was beautiful.  Of course. Of course I loved you.

there was never anybody else but you. // r.s. (via roxrpt)

[larmoyante]

The first boy I fell in love with didn’t know I loved him, but he managed to break my heart anyway.

Holly Black (via larmoyante)

[larmoyante]

A single person is missing for you, and the whole world is empty.

Joan Didion, The Year of Magical Thinking (via larmoyante)

[plvmbaby-blog]

Your love made me greedy, I always wanted more.

bodyache // r.s. (via roxrpt)

[larmoyante]

It gives me strength to have somebody to fight for; I can never fight for myself, but, for others, I can kill.

Emilie Autumn, The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls (via larmoyante)

[larmoyante]

how far have you walked for men who’ve never held your feet in their laps? how often have you bartered with bone, only to sell yourself short? why do you find the unavailable so alluring? where did it begin? what went wrong? and who made you feel so worthless? if they wanted you, wouldn’t they have chosen you? all this time, you were begging for love silently, thinking they couldn’t hear you, but they smelt it on you, you must have known that they could taste the desperate on your skin? and what about the others that would do anything for you, why did you make them love you until you could not stand it? how are you both of these women, both flighty and needful? where did you learn this, to want what does not want you? where did you learn this, to leave those that want to stay?

Warsan Shire, “Questions for the Woman I was Last Night” (via larmoyante)

[roxrps]

yall know wat time it is !!!! 

[sakurajeonjk]

open rp

“Feh.. It’s me, Inuyasha, the half-demon. I can defeat every demon who crosses my path. You think you can take me?”

Macklemore pointed to the door. “go away, Inuyasha” he mackled

[greentease]

godless heathen has never been to a church; instead, he practices the only religion he knows in the only temple he’s welcome at. and his chapel stands at 5’6”; her saints are malt liquor bottles and stale cigarettes-- things he loves as much as he does her, and it’s been so long since he’s last been on his knees, that when he looks up at her-- he thinks he sees god in the way she smiles down at him, her fingers knotting through his hair and her sweet nothings built from pillars of salt and sand. unraveling, unraveling daring him to choose to believe them, so the stone rolling around in his chest might have a chance at becoming something real, and maybe less painful. he likes her. likes the way her hips are quotation marks to a verse he can’t forget-- and how her lips are scripture worshiping his name in an open mouthed prayer. yes, he thinks he likes her. and maybe she likes him too; to be able to let a sinner’s hand touch hers so fondly as if it was meant to be there in the first place. as if his body and hers were once one; just separated somehow through time and space. despite this, he warns her not to get too close after all, lucifer, too, was once god’s favorite.

i didn’t know how to say this but here it is // r.s. (via eggspirit)

[roxrps]

MISSED CONNECTION

does anybody know a cam around here? :oooo nightrpt??? cancelrpt?? anyone ever heard of her? lmk cos apparently she stole my Plot n gave it to her friend . i just want answers . if u have ever Talked to this girl mssg me on aim!!! (: @bnnies

[roxrps]

rofl, u fucking KIDDING Me rn

[cinemastillz]

Pulp Fiction (1994) Dir. Quentin Tarantino