SHE WHO DARES

one ought to hold on to one's HEART; for if one lets it go, one soon loses control of the HEAD too.

[kryptojuice]

“r u taken?” yes bitch taken for granted

[beholdingslut]

They tell me, shaking their heads: ‘You should be kinder. You are somehow furious.’ I used to be kind. It didn’t last long.

Yevgeny Yevtushenko, Fury (via alleyspat)

[ladiescaps]

[nixreginam-blog]

i will always have nightmares of that day. no matter how much time has passed, i will always remember. the nightmares will never allow me to forget. i will never allow myself to forget.

(via phencyclidinc)

[yoursenpaidesu]

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ɴᴀᴍᴇ: charmion. ᴀʟɪᴀs ( ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs ): chelsea (currently), chels, char. ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: female. ᴀɢᴇ: > 3000. ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ: in the 1080s in february. she doesn’t have an exact date. sᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ language: MANY. studying language is essential to her occupation and also it’s a hobby she enjoys. native: ancient greek. most used: italian & english.  ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: volturi guard. ᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅ: none. ᴅɪsᴏʀᴅᴇʀs:  none. ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: red/black (vampire), brown (human). ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: dark brown. ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 5′3. sᴄᴀʀs: a few. ʙᴜʀɴs: none. ᴏᴠᴇʀᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ: no. ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ: no. ʜᴀᴅ sᴇx: yes. ʜᴀᴅ sᴇx ɪɴ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ: no. ɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀɴᴛ: no. ᴋɪssᴇᴅ ᴀ ʙᴏʏ: yes. ᴋɪssᴇᴅ ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ: yes. ɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏs: no. ɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴘɪᴇʀᴄɪɴɢs: no. sᴍᴏᴋᴇᴅ/ᴅʀᴀɴᴋ/ᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴅʀᴜɢs: not in main verses. ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ: yes. ʙᴇᴇɴ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ: yes. ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ sᴜʀɢᴇʀʏ: no.  sᴛᴀʏᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ 24 ʜᴏᴜʀs: like. she doesn’t sleep. ᴀ ᴠɪʀɢɪɴ: no. ᴀ ᴄᴜᴅᴅʟᴇʀ: yes. ᴀ ᴋɪssᴇʀ: yes. sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴇᴀsɪʟʏ: no.  ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜs ᴇᴀsɪʟʏ:  yes. ᴛʀᴜsᴛᴡᴏʀᴛʜʏ: not usually. ᴄᴏɴsɪᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴍᴇᴀɴ: yes. ʜᴀʀᴍᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍsᴇʟᴠᴇs: no.  ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴏғ sᴜɪᴄɪᴅᴇ: no.  ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛᴇᴅ sᴜɪᴄɪᴅᴇ: no. ғᴇᴀʀs: losing what she has. sɪʙʟɪɴɢs: eritha. ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs: glauks & korinsia. ᴘᴇᴛ(s):  none.

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Zeus: You’re cute when you get angry.

Hera: *glares*

Zeus: But not when you get angry with me.

[vasisila]

Sylvia Plath // The Jailer

[calciferwrites]

Actual College AU’s

These are all inspired from things I’ve either experienced or witnessed during my first two years at college.

We’re in the same class and our professor always writes insanely hard tests. I don’t care how hot you are, the only textbook in the library is mine!

I got my days mixed up and went to class an hour early. Then, I accidentally walked in on your class and interrupted your super important presentation. I’m incredibly sorry and tried to apologize after your class let out.

My drunk friend pounded on your door, screaming for his roommates to let him in thinking it was his room. I was the one dragging him back and–oh god, he just puked on your shoes! I’m so sorry!

My friends and I decided to go climbing the trees around campus. At night. They thought I left early, but I got stuck and please, please help… you’re the first person I’ve seen in hours and I really hate heights now.

What the fuck are you doing in my seat? It’s three weeks into class, I know you know that’s my seat, you sat behind me– oh shit, you’re hot.

You borrowed my favorite pen last class and never gave it back. I want my damn pen back, you bastard.

We randomly got paired up for beer pong at a party and holy shit, we’re amazing. Beer pong partners for life?

What the hell are you cooking– it’s 3 in the morning and people down the hall are gagging from the smell of chili peppers and death. Go to Taco Bell like a normal person!

I went out for a walk and saw you kicking a bike angrily. Someone locked their chain around your bike? Uh, this is kinda random, but I have a hacksaw in my room. If you’d like to borrow it, feel free.

We’re both on the same sports team and I’m the only one qualified as an EMT. Look, I’m sorry, but you’ve definitely got a concussion! If you’d stop trying to make a break for the field, I’d stop sitting on you. In the mean time, put this ice pack on your head.

Thank you, random person from the lounge above us! I totally forgot that the crit range is 16-20, not 18. You just saved us from a TPK. Hey, do you wanna join our campaign, we literally just started.

I’m trying to study for my first big exam and you’re that asshole in the lounge with the guitar. If you play wonder wall one more time, I’m going to break your guitar over your head, you douchey hipster.

I’m a barista at the campus coffee shop and you’re sitting in front of the fire extinguisher. Can you toss it to me? The coffee machine’s on fire again. Nah, don’t worry, this happens a lot.

I was leading a tour of campus for prospective students and you hit me with your goddamn longboard. I swear to god, if i didn’t have to be polite, I’d fucking beat you into the pavement, but hang on… you’re actually really sorry about it. Why do you have Hello Kitty bandaids in your backpack..?

We’ve never met before but we share a mutual friend who wanted to go see a musical. The musical was shit, but we all went on a late night adventure and wow, you’re actually really cool to talk to. Holy shit, it’s 6 am.

My friends and I are pulling an all-nighter in the library and we just stocked up on snacks. You’re at the study table next to us and look super dead and stressed– do you want my extra Red Bull?

You’re some kind of super genius, we get it. Now quit flying your goddamn drone around campus or I’ll knock it out of the sky with my frisbee.

We’re on the same intramural sports team and our team is literally the worst– you and I are carrying the team and we bitch about it after games.

My audition for the top wind ensemble is tomorrow and I don’t care if I have to strangle you with your own bow, I /need/ this practice room.

Of all the things you decided to steal from the dining hall, why a pineapple?

I’m on the girls water polo team and so are you… even though you’re obviously a dude. How is this a thing? Oh yeah, Title IX.

I’m babysitting my friend at a party and you’re one of the frat guys hosting it. For some reason, when you get drunk you start quoting Beowulf and old black and white films. It’s actually kind of adorable, even if you are a total dude-bro.

My friend took me to a house party and now everyone’s drunk as fuck. I wanted to use the bathroom, but I walked in on you stealing all of their toilet paper. What the hell?

We’re both super drunk and stumbling back to our dorms from a party–AND HOLY SHIT THATS A COP JUST ACT NATURAL. FUCKING SHIT HUGGING A SIGN POST ISN’T NATURAL.

It’s Halloween and we’re both chilling on the quad, checking out girls. Damn, that’s a very creative slutty ninja.

I got out of my night lab class and I just saw you chasing after a stray cat, screaming “KITTY.” Okay then…

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     “ oh, i  wouldn’t  if i were you. ”

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          “ i appreciate the BENEFITS of the thing, but i just can’t figure out how to make it quiet. it won’t stop screaming at me ... ”

[the2heartlessbeings]

Reblog if your 18+

AND DON’T LIE.

[stupidlamb-s]

The Volturi are a family. A very old, very powerful family of our kind. They are the closest thing our world has to a royal family, I suppose.

[justpursue]

‘ —————– monsters were once men. birthed into nubile flesh ( pale and innocent ) no one ever dares dream of what they may become, what horrors await outside the warmth of their mother’s breast if they are even lucky to nuzzle it. love a powerful weapon said to cure all darkness, but none acknowledge the lack of. how the absence of this powerful antidote poisons worse than any festering disease. life without love is meaningless say many, those who have grown with love and had it taken away in random moments of cruel reality. but none question those who have lived without it, who have grown fangs and horns – those who have hardened scales and pale eyes that stare into your soul and threaten to steal whatever joy lays within it. perhaps it is because never knowing love made them stronger, better, – darker. morphed into creatures evolved past the weaknesses of those clothed in love, they mock and laugh at the thought – for monsters are men who have lived without. monsters are men who have learned to embrace the darkness around them, kiss the pain that stains their lips, and cradle the infant of hatred and raise it into a weapon for their future. you call them monsters and creatures of hell, but they are merely soldiers raised on the front lines of cruelty and have survived it. ‘ 

   indie book demetri from     twilight.     penned by: lake 

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god damn it chelsea would be such a kickass nomad like she would be so good at being wild? and obviously she enjoys the prestige and the sort of classy aesthetic she can achieve but as a nomad she would just be your worst nightmare she’d be the most calmly wild huntress and she’d always be so controlled and i’m dead i need to do more in my nomad verse.

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                            “   ——- maybe karma is catching up with you ?? or maybe the world is just a terrible place and you haven’t grasped that in your lifetime.   “

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          “ perhaps, milady. i cannot say that karma would be unjustified in some heavy-handed punishment for my misdeeds, ”  she smiles a strangely gentle smile, though there is a hint of pride,  “ though i doubt it. karma has shown itself rather a impotent force in our world. as for our world, well ... i don’t disagree with you there. ”

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“ she became the LINCHPIN of aro’s organization. her ability to both MAKE and BREAK emotional ties is the   p o w e r  that keeps the guard unified and the coven functional. her gift is long-lasting; it does not fade immediately when she is not present. she wears the pure black robe of the coven leaders – AND SHE ALWAYS GETS WHAT SHE WANTS. ”   //  CHELSEA OF THE VOLTURI.