#05.31.18

[idiotiminlove]

05.31.18

you’ve been killing me softly for years

so just make sure when you finally do

aim for my head and not my heart

[lame-kid-on-couch]

My ass in Utah.

[tamsayshello]

fear.

this whole year has been filled with fear creeping at every corner and i’m so thrown off because i feel like i’ve been so fearless my whole life.

when i say this, i mean in the sense of having faith in Christ, and His love and grace for me. finding comfort in that being more than enough to combat any “fears” i’ve had before.

it’s so crazy, this tug of war pulling my heart and mind back and forth. it’s a whisper that comes at any moment, and i hate it because for that split second, i believe it’s real.

the way its hindering me from my potential is what pisses me off too. what is going on right now, tam.

i know God is real, at my core.

and i will hold on to that, until faith fills my entire being again, with no room for fear or doubt.

[iambecomcdeath]

Like Oil & Water

Date: May 31st Location: Pier 62 Availability: @camelliafairchild

For all the loyalty Ro afforded the Queen, it didn’t quite extend to the Princess. She wouldn’t disrespect her—that would be a slight against the Queen by extension—but neither did Ro like her, nor trust her. She fell into that same camp that wasn’t sure what to make of the pale blonde princess, who found her too soft and pliable, too—unUnseelie—to understand her. If there was some deviousness Ro could uncover, some penchant toward truth rather than appearances, something hard beneath the rippling water of the girl’s surface, then maybe Ro would’t mind her half as much. But the Archfey had no such knowledge and so no such kindness to afford.

Camellia had asked Ro to the Pier to show her something, but Ro didn’t know what that could be, or what the Princess might want with her—or why they had to be at a water fey hangout to do it. Granted, Ro’s late betrothed had been a water fey herself, but that was before they’d hopped the pond and so no poor feelings flooded Ro when she entered the space. It was a cloudy day, raining even, like the water in the air itself—her element—was taunting her. It was a day made for Camellia not for its dreariness but for its drowning. 

Ducking under an awning, Ro looked around until she saw Camellia and then went to her; Ro’s face was a portrait of condensation and confusion. “Good afternoon,” Ro said, with effort. “What is it you had on your mind?”

[homicidehusbands]

i finally know who i wanna cosplay as for the con now but i think it's too late to buy the stuff for it and have them arrive on time 😭😭😭😭