#faiiryonaciid

[taintedkiller-blog]

fortunestole respondeu ao seu álbum de fotos: I am alive :’))) happy Halloween my dudes!!!

MY BABE

softaste respondeu ao seu álbum de fotos: I am alive :’))) happy Halloween my dudes!!!

hearTEYES

faiiryonaciid respondeu ao seu álbum de fotos: I am alive :’))) happy Halloween my dudes!!!

hEART EYES MOTHERFUCKERRRR

YALL SO SWEET IM !!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAH TYSM

[taintedkiller-blog]

                                      LIKE A BLAST FROM THE PAST  ,

                                    A MODERN DAY COURTNEY LOVE  .

                                                     ind. tate langdon and cassie ainsworth from                                                      american horror story and skins respectively.

[taintedkiller-blog]

IT WAS CERTAINLY A SURPRISE TO HIM    once the space between them seemed to get nothing but smaller  .         her touch was light   ,        almost peaceful  .       fingers took their own time before meeting her golden locks  ,    tugging them behind her ear gently     ---------      he cared  .          eyes couldn’t look anywhere other than at her own  ,         bright and sweet .      his own urge for closeness grew       ,            for something more than her fingers embrace  .          and even on that    ..       she was quicker than him somehow    :        locking her lips against his own    ,        who was quick to accept with his arm now around her waist   ,          letting their kiss deepen once pressing his lips even more against hers  . 

@faiiryonaciid  gets a thing  !     /    continued from here.  

[ofblackhcnds-archived-blog]

@faiiryonaciid  ||  ‘Hope is a lie.’

               “Dooon’t you think I know that?”

               ( MR.DOOM-AND-GLOOM IN THE HOUSE. Nevertheless, it isn’t for no-good reason that MIKE agrees with such a sombre statement. To have hope, at least in his world, is to be naive - and that’s something he can’t afford any more. His feet come to stop the movement of the swing beneath his body, abruptness causing a cloud of dust to circle his shins before it drifts elusively to the dirt once more. )

               ( With eyes trained on her, the man adjusts his beanie further back on his head and breaks the silence with a frown that speaks all the words he cannot think to let go of. Then, less meaningfully: )

                                                                                                    “What makes you say that?”