#thought

[quoteastic]

A real man will respect you even when he's mad at you. Remember that.

[girl-in-ur-daydreams]

Sometimes I wonder if I’m ever missed by those who don’t speak to me anymore.

[glimpseofsxlace]

Oh to be someone's first choice.

[potato-face09]

[broomsick]

The sea is a temple. The woods are a temple. Your own bedroom is a temple. The world is imbued with the spiritual. Worship is an act, not a place, and it can happen spontaneously, in reaction to the beauty of a moment.

[medievalloco]

'If the rain that touches your skin travelled miles to find you, then so will everything that is meant for you"

Anonymous

[iwasalamb]

Titus Danforth is a man deeply obsessed with one person, you.

Titus has power. Goddammit his family rule the globe. He can have anything. Take anything. The one thing he wants? The maid who looks as if the world has hope. You’re below him, in power and status. But he wants you below him. On your knees. Seeing that the only hope you need is him.

Titus Danforth shouldn’t be having wet dreams at his age. But the thought of bending you over, anywhere in this goddamn mansion, and fucking you from behind? That’s his damned heaven. Or perhaps, in his case, Hell. You’d take him so nicely. Like you’re made for him. Begging for more. Then he’s awake. Sat up. Mind still on you.

Titus Danforth grabs your chin, makes you look at him. Grip tight enough to leave a mark. His eyes should be cold. That’s what you’ve been warned about. But they’re not. Pupils blown with greed. Leaning down to take your lips between his, kissing you with such harshness that when he pulls away your blood trails down his chin. Mixing with his salvia.

Titus Danforth will marry you. He’s certain of it. No one can stop him. His father’s dead. Ursula knows not to cross him. Not when he wears the ring. So he will marry you. You just have to understand and see how deeply he loves you. This is love, after all.

Titus Danforth kills for you. A man looks at you? Dares to open his mouth to speak to you? Titus is already there, hands around his neck. Eyes on you as he squeezes. But you’re not scared. And that does something even more to him.