Lock The Windows, Shutter Them Tight.

Vaun Stratosine, bastard prince of Ronagoug.

[misstakenbysleep-deactivated202]

05/27/2018 Duisburg, germany

[unodenosotros]

I love lizards and reptiles! 

[noctass]

Sacrifice my life.

[scarlettjane22]

Warrior Instagram: @thenightingalefarm

I’m a horseaddict

[melodyandviolence]

Ravens by lindsey kustusch

[howitzerliterarysociety-deactiv]

Act my age? What the fuck is that, “act my age”? What do I care how old I am? The Ocean is old as fuck. It will still drown your ass with vigor.

Stimie (via howitzerliterarysociety)

[classyhustleronline-deactivated]

The Life of a Storm Chaser

For Jonas Piontek, the seeds of fame sprouted in 2010, following a tornado’s unfortunate collision with a small village near his hometown. The sight of the destruction is seared in his memory. Six years later, Piontek and team are the best known storm chasers in Europe. But the world is benefactor because of combined passions, actually: Piontek certainly knows how to produce a fantastic image.

[wnq-writers]

Monsters aren’t hideous creatures born of the night. Monsters aren’t insidious demons that want to steal our soul. Monsters aren’t beings of evil or inspired malevolence. Monsters are who we become when our angry tides surge.

W.D.W (via wnq-writers)

[end0skeletal]

by JestePhotography

[meiselr]

[breeze2]

[plounce]

they are a witch’s two familars and have never gotten along, but one day the witch disappears and so they must go on a cross-country search in order to bring her home. along the way, the cat learns to loosen up while the crow gains worldly experience, and they both become better friends

[winterbli-moved-deactivated2016]

show me the Dark Homeward Bound

[meleedamage]

I could only love this more if their names were Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson.

[freudensteins-monster]

…I do not have a fic idea…I do not have a fic idea….

[hunnamsource]

(ง'̀-‘́)ง  [x]

[justiceleague]

jason momoa as aquaman in new justice league footage

[-poetic]

your kiss is the taste of warm fires in January and the color of daisy’s in spring and the blood in my veins burns as fierce as the blood-red leaves of autumn. Falling crashing, crumpling, skeletons of inevitable change and my heart feels like summer where flowers grow from bruises when you kiss my hands, scars, lips oh god please promise me your kiss wont feel like December frost on windows and leave me breathless like thunderstorms in Spring when I wake up alone, my veins hot with withered plants after summer. Dying, crying, broken, remnants of an inevitable ending and I don’t want my heart to feel like a summer romance that died with colder weather when you no longer kiss my hands, scars, and lips

The Seasons of Your Kiss by Amanda Katherine Ricketson (via -poetic)

[love-personal]

[lifeisagoodnigthmare]

[starrose17]

School life is the same no matter what decade you’re in.