you always say that.

penned by vivi.

[starqueened-blog]

I AM GONNA BE HERE AFTER GYM MY BEANS!

[folkstellar]

I think the number one thing that I find important is the importance of honesty with your friends and your parents, if you can be. But I think that telling people how you really feel, being who you truly are, being safe and taking care of yourself is the most important thing.

[starqueened-blog]

loves of my life.:

         ❝    give  us  a  kiss      ?     ❞              //     @starqueened

“i will literally sneeze on both of you and you KNOW that.” but GOD they look so adorable. both of them. it would be worth the puffy eyes and the sneezing. “let me... fine. FINE but don’t move.”

[starqueened-blog]

all i want. all i need.:

      ❝    mia…     ❞     SILENCE      BEFALLS     MARBLE     SET     PAIR     ,     CASTING     THIS      MOMENT     UPON      THOSE     SET      IN      TIME.       ❝    you  can  have  this.  you  know  that,  right     ?      you  can  have  your  dreams,  and  you  can  have  me.  all  you’ve  got  to  do  is  ask.     ❞

“that’s the funny thing, though, you know?” she smiles, leaning forward a little. “i was so sure i knew what my dream was...” until she met him. until she found him. “but this- you... us? not part of the plan. and i’m not sure it could get any better.” a HOME. being loved. what else is there?

[hilokaul]

Here’s to the ones who dream Foolish, as they may seem Here’s to the hearts that ache Here’s to the mess we make

[mouseremote147863456]

La La Land teaches us no matter how deep you fall in love with someone, sometimes you’re just not meant to be.

[starqueened-blog]

@jazzkinged just because.

“i want... everything with you.” it comes out of nowhere, thrown at him over the breakfast table but she can’t watch him without seeing her entire future. and she wants him to know. “i’m okay with this, you know? if i don’t get anything i want except you, it’s... it’s more than okay.”

[zirschniitz-archive]

“ so  N O B O D Y  loved  me ”

[thelovejournals]

I love you but I don’t know what to do.

Charles Bukowski (via wordsnquotes)

[starqueened-blog]

hey hi hello my little stars.  i am here, working through my blog and setting things up for tomorrow when i will fully bring her back. just a quick hug for all of you new people (and the ones that stayed). <3

[starqueened-blog]

@jazzkinged  because?!

“run away with me. somewhere. ANYWHERE.”

[starqueened-blog]

take my breath away!:

              GAPING      .      he’s  actually  fucking  gaping  at  her.  before  him  stands  a  whole  new  person      -     with  the  same  eyes,  same  nose,  same  freckles  he’s  grown  to  adore.  until  now,  he  could  have  sworn  he  favored  redheads.   but  he  can’t  speak,  can’t  find  the  words.  and  so,  he  sweeps  to  her,  one  hand  on  her  waist,  the  other  in     her     hair     ,     lips  chasing  the  taste  of  her  own.

    now, to say his reaction came as a surprise would probably be a bit of an understatement. what she gets instead of a reply is a KISS, hand in her hair not even giving her a chance to escape ( not that she wants to ). she’s GRINNING against his lips, laughing a little and turning the kiss into something more playful, more sloppy. “SEB!” words muffled by his lips, she slaps his arm gently. AIR, she needs air. but she also needs to keep kissing him. his lips are like his hands: he always seems to know EXACTLY what he is doing with them, effortlesly moving against her and she sighs, melts, clings to his shirt so she doesn’t lose balance ( kiss quite literally making her weak in the knees ).  “so you like it?”

[starqueened-blog]

“and? don’t just--- stop looking at me like that. do you LIKE it?”  she shakes her blonde hair with a bright grin.  “i can get used to it i am just... god seb, SAY SOMETHING. you hate it, don’t you? i told them you’d hate it.”  || @jazzkinged

[starqueened-blog]

tired puppy:

              dry  eyes  unwavering,  unable  to  tear  away  from  the  ebony  upon  ivory  beneath  shivering  digits,  pulling  him  in,  forcing  him  to  get  the  melody  evading  his  conscious  out  into  the  open,            ❝           you  don’t  understand,  i  can’t…     i  can’t     THINK     until  it  gets  out  of  my  head.           ❞

              oh,  but  she  doesn’t  play  very  fairly  now,  does  she     ?      deaf  until  sweet  promises  come  into  play.  desperation,  bleeding  eyes,  bleeding  hands,  bleeding  heart     -     he  turns  to  her  with  all  these  things  to  offer,  but  they’re  not  a  kind  gift.           ❝           help      me.           ❞

hands keep moving over his chest in small circles. it’s meant to soothe him but it ultimately ends up making HER feel far more relaxed. but when he moves his head, she moves, too. her fingerips brush over his cheek before she cups his jaw, tender eyes searching his face with worry.     “sebastian.”  name a whisper when she bends, presses her forehead against his and closes her eyes. one of these days he will KILL himself working so hard.

she tilts her head, lips brushing over his gently before she captures them in a kiss. there’s an attempt to put all the LONGING, all the love into this moment between them but the concern she feels overshadows the passion, at least for now, and when she breaks away her brows are furrowed.  “ i am BEGGING you. get some rest.”

[emmastonedaily]

Emma Stone for Rolling Stone magazine.

[im-a-juvenile]

[starqueened-blog]

@jazzkinged. CONTINUED  (( X ))

             “seb, please?”   he looks utterly EXHAUSTED. it’s 3am and she wants nothing more than for him to finally come to bed, get some rest. she’s worried.  hands come up, resting on his shoulders giving them a gentle squeeze before she bends down. soft lips brush over his temple, words whispered against his skin when she speaks again.  “you can’t FORCE it, you know that. come with me, let us work on this tomorrow, okay?” hands move, from shoulders to chest and her chin taking her right hand’s place on his shoulder.  “i miss you, i’ve barely seen you the last two days. kiss me, will you?”