. ･ﾟ . 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖗 .

cast by dani. 𝖗𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖘 & 𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙.

[bwitchya]

                     𝐲𝐚’ 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐮𝐭! 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐚’!

                                        𝐦𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐧.                                               𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐨𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐭𝐰 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐬.

                                                   𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐢.

[argentslydiaa]

You know what the funny thing is? I never felt betrayed by you. Not even when you were being a dick. Well, that’s good, I guess. Yeah. Unless it’s ‘cause you never took me seriously to begin with. No. No, Jason, that is not it. It’s just… You know how our paths have crisscrossed and the timing… I know what you mean. Seeing you with Hoyt tonight brought it all back for me. Just how complicated things are between us, you know? Can I be real honest with you? Please. I actually feel like our relationship is one of the least complicated in my life. Really. When I look back on us, I think about all the times that you were there for me. When you gave me exactly what I needed at the exact moment that I needed it. Kind of like the other night? Yeah. I feel like when we’re together, we’re in a little bubble, you know, just floating above the ground. And I know we can’t stay there, but it makes coming back down to earth feel better. What do you call that? I don’t know if there’s an official name.

[weirdcast-moved]

@ascotwearing 

[deniablyobvious]

[yesterdaysprint]

The Evening Sun, Hanover, Pennsylvania, January 12, 1922

[weirdcast-moved]

𝖉𝖔𝖊 𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖘: 04/??

[books-n-quotes]

“I am still so naïve; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am.”

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via books-n-quotes)

[sparklingjohannasaesthetics]

[huimangi]

brooke just laying on stavo

[weirdcast-moved]

@ascotwearing

[weirdcast-moved]

               where  had  that  even  come  from?  regret  coursed  like  wine  though  your  veins  -  heady  and  intoxicating,  you  could  barely  see  through  the  cloud  of  embarrassment  that  had  pooled  before  your  eyes. you  weren’t  stupid  :  essentially,  everyone  now  knew  of  your  massive,  hideous,  and  terrible  crush  on nicholas  scratch.  plain  as  blood  on  the  walls  for  everyone  to  see. even  nick.  especially  nick. 

your  gaze  is  snatched  upwards  by  his  dareful  words. did  he  -  could  he... was  nick  asking  you  to  kiss  him?  did  he  want  you  to  kiss  him?  breath  tight  in  your  chest,  bound  by  the  corset  ropes  of  what  a  kiss  with  nick  scratch  might  be  like, you  search  his  eyes  for  any  hint  of  a  jest,  a  cruel  joke  at  your  expense.  whether  or  not  something  swims  in  those  depths,  love, all  the  same,  makes  you  blind. a  fool. so  you  press  a  hand  to  his  abdomen,  curl  those  fingers  ‘round  his  belt, and  tug  him  closer. 

“ say... ” you  swallow. “  say  you  want  me  to  kiss  you  then. ” 

@valucble  cont  from  here. 

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

“You have always wanted to caress every monster.” - Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra (via the-book-diaries)

[myfairynuffstuff]

Caspar David Friedrich - Man and Woman Contemplating the Moon c.1818-1824. Oil on canvas.

[weirdcast-moved]

             starter call !  

[austenkates]

[weirdcast-moved]

@ascotwearing

[foolisland]

[tanrininprezervatifi-deactivate]

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@ascotwearing

[wildandfluorecent]

❝ i remember fields of flowers, 
soft beneath my heels. ❞
— flowers, hadestown (2016)

[assyrianjalebi]

Jamón Jamón (1992)

[weirdcast-moved]

@ascotwearing