sabinamagic

Sabine. 18. Basically - Nerd. “I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That’s why I’m trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning.” ― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

[finehoney]

[hotelhalsey]

Halsey | Nylon 2015

[xiuchens]

me when someone confesses

[sonyeondan]

Wasn’t there?

[kkuks]

Only thing I can do is run

[dailyevanstan]

[mypreciouslittleships]

I can’t stop watching this. Really, I can’t.

[kruemelmonsterworld]

Which song is this?

[mypreciouslittleships]

On a website it says that is “Half-light” by Banners, but I can’t find it on YouTube ore anywhere else…

[royallyeverything-deactivated20]

The song isn’t being released by Banners, it’s on The Royals soundtrack instead. It has been posted on YouTube now though 😊

[nikascott]

that’s the thing about pain. it demands to be felt.

[ridleydaisy]

[adamdrivers]

[gael-garcia]

What do you want your legacy to be? | Vanity Fair

+ watch Viola’s (really cute) secret talent

[magnvbane]

[sentrysvoid]

We’ll find her, okay? We will figure something out, I promise.

[678i0u]

[maximoffchildren]

                                      If you step out that door… you are an Avenger.

[xenobites]

[jamesmcaboy-deactivated20190217]

When she opened her eyes, she was both in her body and watching it, nowhere near the cavity of the tree. The Blue that was before her stood inches from a boy in an Aglionby sweater. There was a slight stoop to his posture, and his shoulders were spattered darkly with rain. It was his fingers that Blue felt on her face. He touched her cheek with the backs of his fingers. Tears coursed down the other Blue’s face. Though some strange magic, Blue could feel them on her face as well. She could feel, too, sick, rising misery she’d felt in the churchyard, the grief that felt bigger than her. The other Blue’s tears seemed endless. One drop slid after another, each following an identical path down her cheeks.The boy in the Aglionby sweater leaned his forehead against Blue’s. She felt the pressure of his skin against hers, and suddenly she could smell mint. It’ll be okay. Gansey told the other Blue. She could tell that he was afraid. It’ll be okay.Impossibly, Blue realized that this other Blue was crying because she loved Gansey. And that the reason Gansey touched her like that, his fingers so careful with her, was because he knew that her kiss could kill him. She could feel how badly the other Blue wanted to kiss him, even as she dreaded it. Though she couldn’t understand why, her real, present day memories in the tree cavity were clouded with other false memories of their lips nearly touching, a life this other Blue had already lived. Okay, I’m ready- Gansey’s voice caught, just a little. Blue, kiss me.