#28.05.19

[mariojavisilva]

Las amistades se van, el café se enfría, la flor se marchita, el sonido de un canto se disipa, pero un amor verdadero nunca se acaba y mucho menos se olvida.

_mjavy_

[stylesarchive]

Harry decided that sitting front row wasn't for him and instead watched the show backstage. As you do. The pièce de résistance however was a Gucci ratan clutch that was purchased just hours before the show from one of the houses Roman boutiques.

Vogue

[liamnews]

Liam’s recent Twitter activity - 29/05

[sleepsucks]

[zapisnik-snu]

Pro

BASIC

Nepotřebuju vyhrát hádku, abych věděl, že mám pravdu. Nepotřebuju uznání lidí, kteří si kopnou, pokud můžou. Myslíte si, že jsem zbabělec, když si s váma nechci kazit den? Fajn. Myslete si to a pomlouvejte, pokud vám to udělá radost. Jen se pak nedivte, když se z toho nebudu hroutit.

Nepotřebuju totiž uznání lidí, kteří nemají nadhled.

Během už skoro dvou let jsem vám dal víc šancí, než by slušný člověk potřeboval.

Nechápu drama.

Zbytečné drama.

A neříkám to jen tak. Opravdu.

Snažím se to pochopit.

[miiraage]

the master fisherman

there are plenty of fish in the sea: dancing, colourful, catching sunbeams on their silvery scales,  flashing pinks and blues and greens; their cheeks are full with guppy smiles, all sweet and gormless and naïve.

what is a fish to a fisherman but a way to make ends meet? a game, a sport,  or something good to eat,

dare i say.

when the tide is right and the sky is full of just the right amount of light to make the ocean clear as glass, the master fisherman looks down into his aquarium and wears his smile like a mask, hides his taints among blades of grass all pretty and purple and made of feathers with something you might view as love if you’d looked at it from the fishes’ side.

their brains are too small; blame it on the gills only letting a little bit of oxygen in, all flesh and fin and idle daydreams, wide eyes, wider hearts.

poseidon warned us against tricks like his-- the master fisherman is known after all for such things, for luring lovely little fishes up to the edge of his boat only for them to return as bones and skin, swimming without fins,  bruised, battered, broken.

i did not listen, ignored the signs and dove right in, head first,  belly turned up to him like palms to the sun; i saw blood beneath his fingernails  and pretended it was paint, saw the glint of metal on the line and pretended it was fake,

but i could not pretend when the sharp shock of his tickling hand became a solid vice, and i screamed bloody murder when his hook pierced through my cheek while i cried, cried like a child, gasping for breath like something close to death.

and now,  having returned to the water alive, air respires through a new gap in my face and my tongue probes at the wound he left, numb like a missing limb;

now, there is a hole in my cheek where a blush used to be.

but the worst feeling  is the rush of current when the master fisherman’s boat drifts by, burning me like fire, agony something visceral in my chest as i watch the younger fish swim up to his fingers at the sea’s surface like sailors to sirens.

[lilolilyrae]

♥ Yall seen this fancy Taylr insta filter? ♡

[nerd2614]

America: Australia, you have so many dangerous animals... is there anything you're actually afraid of?

Australia: Yes

Australia: *shudders*

Australia: No hat no play