who the hell knows

[colmiillo]

I'm not just a bitch, I'm a bitch with a backstory

[checoleclerc]

Random Edmund Pevensie moments: 155/?

His fighting the Telmarines with two swords. 

[fishbone-art]

Juliette x Roma @ these violent delights by Chloe Gong

[weltonboys]

[everythingfox]

Relaxed red panda

[assiraphales]

anyways (I say this as someone who is deeply critical of the united states government, military, unchecked capitalism, police, etc) I am SICK of people treating america as if it has no cultural value or positives so….. I love u 85 million acres (bigger than italy) of national parks. I love u harlem renaissance. I love u groundhogs day. I love u sweet tea and fried chicken and jambalaya. I love u apple cider donuts and maizes on crisp autumn days. I love u 95k miles of coastlines and new england fisherman and hand knitted sweaters. I love u halloween where millions of people dress up and give candy to strangers and carve jack o’lanterns. I love u small talk and small towns and potlucks and bringing over casseroles to your struggling neighbors. I love u cowboys and ranch hands and arizonian cactus. I love u appalachian trail and dirtbikes and divebars. I love u sparklers and fireflies. I love u mark twain and toni morrison and emily dickinson and henry david thoreau. I love u rock n roll i love u bluegrass and hippies i love u jimi hendrix and nirvana and CCR and janis joplin. I love u victorian houses and jonny appleseed and john henry and mothman and bigfoot. I love u foggy days in the pacific northwest and neon signs and roadside attractions. I love u baseball and 1950s diners and soft serve. I love u native american art and pop art and poptarts. I love u blue jeans and barbecues and jazz musicians 

[a-bitter-hearts-ramblings]

“I’m trying to find my self respect in between all the love that I have for you.”

- a bitter hearts ramblings #229

[a-bitter-hearts-ramblings]

“I’m trying to find my self respect in all the love that I have for you.”

- a bitter hearts ramblings #229

[a-bitter-hearts-ramblings]

“I love you, but I never thought I wouldn’t trust you.”

[a-bitter-hearts-ramblings]

“— And if you feel like you care too much, you probably do. Constantly wondering if it’s any easier to be heartless than heartbroken? If you have spent too many nights crying and pitying yourself into a frantic submission then you have the choice: love less or love more? Either way you will never be able to recover enough of yourself to be whole again. You either let people use you until they pick you clean apart, or you roll up your sleeves and get the job done yourself.”

- a bitter hearts ramblings #225

[ladzbrekker]

bitches be like: ,, he's my comfort character <3 "

and then they show you this man ...

it's me, i'm bitches

[kazs-inej]

chapter 26, crooked kingdom

[a-bitter-hearts-ramblings]

“— And if you feel like you care too much, you probably do. Constantly wondering if it’s any easier to be heartless than heartbroken? If you have spent too many nights crying and pitying yourself into a frantic submission then you have the choice: love less or love more? Either way you will never be able to recover enough of yourself to be whole again. You either let people use you until they pick you clean apart, or you roll up your sleeves and get the job done yourself.”

- a bitter hearts ramblings #225

[a-bitter-hearts-ramblings]

“I just get scared that at the end of the night it won’t be me that you can’t live without.”

- a bitter hearts ramblings #227

[a-bitter-hearts-ramblings]

“Nothing feels more gut wrenching and heart numbing than losing grip on the life that you had planned out so carefully.”

- a bitter hearts ramblings #226 Why does it hurt to be lost?

[a-bitter-hearts-ramblings]

“Maybe all of my hopeful wanting only ends up hurting me.”

- a bitter heart’s ramblings #222

[a-bitter-hearts-ramblings]

“— And jealousy is something new, foreign. I don’t want to envision you tangled up with your past, happy, satisfied, and wanting. You whisper that there are no embers left burning and I believe you. But at one point you were with others that have touched you in ways that I haven’t yet and I’ve just spent the last year trying to retrace every one of their kisses and replace it with my own. So I take the mental hit knowing that your heart, hands, and mind were once absorbed with how soft they felt under your fingers and how different I must be from them. But I always wonder? Do you notice that when I kiss you and trace your skin, that I’m trying to make it hard for anyone to do the same after me?”

- a bitter hearts ramblings #224