#this is strong

[jeanbeaux]

stealing june’s thunder im marg drunk thirst/chat with me!!

[heedingcalls-archive]

S' not every day me friends and I 'as gents like you just droppin' by Before you go, you'll know just why you came here!

You flatter, sir, you really do! With half a chance ......what would you do?

Don't ask me!

Here's to the night! Here's to romance! To those unafraid of taking a chance!

Oh, what a shame! If you only knew The games we could play, the things we could do Yet I can see you're not up to the chase... But, if you're ever in need: I am the girl, and this is the place. 

Come to me

[omglaurashutup]

[foreveralonewww]

[his-pair-of-spare-glasses]

Oh...

So, in Episode Ignis extra verse, Ardyn kidnaps Ignis with the intention to (and I quote) “torture him to death”. And this then should lead to hastening Noct’s awakening to his role as king.

And Noctis puts on the Ring of the Lucii because (and I quote again) “he wants to save Ignis with all his heart”.

Final Fantasy XV Official Works, ladies and gentlemen.

[wtf-tfw]

hey lil' bama you ba-rock my world,, gonna make me-shell out sasha big amount of money... u wanna be malia-ison for the evening? i think we can rock dem party people all night lyawng shawty!!!!!!

[jeuneoiseau]

With one brother, I mourn With the other, I rejoice With my sister, I sit in twin puddles. Our knees, they quiver- teeth chatter from the cold The wind dumbfounds us, it cuts through our skin, whispering deceiving sayings down our necks: The Flaws, The Lack, The Brokenness. Wind of Fear, the invisible poet and con artist Makes even alone-ness seem suitable and self-hate a soulmate. Love and light, light and love It sounds and seems so simple. When I was 13, it was fantasy When I was 16, it scared me When I was 18, I believed When I was 21, I tried to see Now I’m 23, and I have failed. While failure is and must be I want to believe in 24. Be the year of hope re-entering the home in me that was ripped too early from my seed. Love and light, light and love. Worth the fight of sighs at night when our unpaired hands cover our eyes and our stomachs sing of an emptiness though our meals had satisfied. Yes, it is true of my sister and I We are tearful, and we are tired But we are terrifyingly brave. And some might say that that is why  No man has measured to the morals that remain And if that be so, I will stand forever on my lone land and garden and water my world alone and by hand Because lesser is not written on my map. This map of discovery I’ve painted myself and although I’m no artist, there is much I have noticed There are reservoirs to what I know. I have read, I have seen, I have lived, I have breathed, and I have shown my intentions in the way I carry my pride With my hair, mouth, and eyes, my body, my inside. Pride like a rifle, not a fur or a frill But a helmet, a sword, a stare that could kill. I’m neither sour nor insensitive Far from pretentious, you see- I simply can not stand to stand by a man who fails to make me feel free.

owl poetry

9/26/17