softspoken

ind. undine blood

[watermarsk]

wtf when u lie about working on drafts because you have a huge ass essay to write and it's due the next day but u totally forgot about it :-))

[imqetuous]

get up get up get up — dust is blowing in your face. you’re lying, facing upwards, on the cold ground. you laugh. your heart hurts, and you realize this might have been all for nothing. you realize you might have lost the fight before it even started. your bones splinter (and isn’t that ironic? in these dying moments, you feel ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ) you pray to ares. your breath is threatening to leave your lungs, but you need to know. you need to know this wasn’t all for nothing (but this is ᴡᴀʀ, what did you expect?)·can you hear them? warriors just like you, their soulless cries echoing through eternity — what are you still doing here? why don’t you follow them? (maybe you are different after all, ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ)

                                               get up.                                  the war is not over and you are not done                          (your heart still hasn’t broken your ribs after all)

[naturls]

HI IM SO VERY SORRY I HAVENT BEEN ON FOR ABOUT A WEEK!! i’ve been having a tough time with my laptop because the storage disk is full or something and it won’t even let me visit sites sometimes. i should be back in a day or two !!

[stutterguns-blog]

          “we made small talk and then ordered. he got oatmeal.             fucking oatmeal and cigarettes. HOW PRECIOUS.”                                                        —- Charlie LeDuff, Detroit

                                         ( animated gif credit )

[twistinghalos]

undine rising from the waters (detail). chauncey ives. 1881.

[attraction-central-deactivated2]

Nathalie Emmanuel for GQ

[watermarsk]

                                 WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN YOU ACTUALLY                                    DO LEAVE YOUR SHITTY LITTLE TOWN?

                        MAKE SOMETHING OF YOURSELF                                                 

[watermarsk]

camille.

“Mhm..!” She answered, immediately being set off into her natural urge to carry on, “It French, but Ion’ t’ink too many folk say it French… don’ nobody say it ‘Kuh-mee’ ‘cept ol’ folks in Nawlins.”

Camille smiled with this; the pronunciation wasn’t of particular worry to her. The vast majority of those she came across pronounced the ‘L’s, as did her biological mother–so she were used to both.

“Aw, beb,” she quickly caught her self, though, before her attention became too wound up in her own self, “It ain’ nutting’ wrong goin’ on, is it..?”

  “Oh-- oh no! Naw’. Just some minor medical stuff, I guess you could call it, that’s all. Nothin’ I can’t handle.” Being born with it, she felt like her life almost centred around the cleft imbedded in her neck. 

The clubs and activities she did during highschool, the events and parties her friends threw, the courses she would take in University, all depended on if it fit with her life. Dousing your head with water in the middle of a party wasn’t exactly ‘cool’ behaviour.

Tugging on her scarf, she changed the subject; not interested in playing a game of, ‘how can I talk about my life in the most vague way possible,’ but also because she wondered how a sunny girl like this was doing stuck in a line with her. “What’re you in for?” 

[watermarsk]

camille.

“Camille,” she answered, pausing when she realised that she’d been given a whole-name introduction, “LaFaye.”

“Whea’ you woik, beb? Dat’s whea’ you goin..? A’some place else..?”

  “You got such a pretty name. Is it french?” She gushed, the girl's always thought names really defined a person, and so did how they would react to their own names. Like if someone had a name that could be considered silly, but they really own it, and even make fun of themselves, you could tell that they’d be somebody who’d always be there to brighten your day.

  “Not work, no. Got a real strict timetable though, have some personal things to deal with.”

[naturls]

ooc: i’ve been a lil slow because i’ve been working on developing another blog and ive had a lot of schoolwork but i’ll be up and running soon!!

[vxrarmoved]

Deep down               {You know}

You weren’t built for fighting

but that doesn’t mean you’re not prepared to try

[watermarsk]

stranger.

 “Aw, beb, you so sweet..! Tell you what: you buy me one if nex’ time you ain’ so busy, I can buy you one back. Yeah?”

 She smiled to the girl, sugared over from her insistence at this gesture despite being held up. It was a rare rose in this perpetual rush of a city, of a state.

“Whatcho name..?”

  “I like the sound of that.” It was hard for her to open up to other people, and to commit to promises that might’ve conflicted with her schedule. But, having a break every once in a while couldn’t hurt. 'Specially when it came to someone who'd be willing to give up a little time for her.

    “Maria Kanelos, you?”

[watermarsk]

stranger.

    ❝ I don’t go around asking for trouble, but you never know        whether some angry bloke might come at you for one        reason or another. Better to be prepared than end up        with a BLACK EYE. ❞

    “That sucks. Do you have a taser on you?       Oh god, I bet you do.”

[lostcap]

You carry the heavens in you eyes like one of those old Greek tragedies. And I’d call you Atlas, but he wasn’t given a choice to hold the stars. You were.

yet still you break your back by holding the sky in your palms (via p.d)  (via lostcap)

[shesnake]

Snowpiercer (2013) dir. Bong Joon-ho

[exxxquisitesarchive2-blog]

              “I’ll be a FRIEND, I’ll be a FRIEND WITH BENEFITS–”

          “But I’ll never be a girlfriend.”

[watermarsk]

  “What if it came to someone who was as wonderful as me?”

[theodegas]

Nathalie Emmanuel photographed by Laura Coulson for Teen Vogue, 2015.