shewolves:

like i’m all about equal opportunity shipping y’all know that

but there are just some ships that i look at and go

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I’m so fucknig done jesus now all I remember is those two idiots, stupid things that happened, and Eren’s character development vastly improving on that blog— I’m smiling and ready to smack someone.

halinacrown:

Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak
Whispers the o’erfraught heart and bids it break.
(x)

What happens if you fall in love with a writer?

karenfelloutofbedagain:

Lots of things might happen. That’s the thing about writers. They’re unpredictable. They might bring you eggs in bed for breakfast, or they might all but ignore you for days. They might bring you eggs in bed at three in the morning. Or they might wake you up for sex at three in the morning. Or make love at four in the afternoon. They might not sleep at all. Or they might sleep right through the alarm and forget to get you up for work. Or call you home from work to kill a spider. Or refuse to speak to you after finding out you’ve never seen To Kill A Mockingbird. Or spend the last of the rent money on five kinds of soap. Or sell your textbooks for cash halfway through the semester. Or leave you love notes in your pockets. Or wash you pants with Post-It notes in the pockets so your laundry comes out covered in bits of wet paper. They might cry if the Post-It notes are unread all over your pants. It’s an unpredictable life.

But what happens if a writer falls in love with you?

This is a little more predictable. You will find your hemp necklace with the glass mushroom pendant around the neck of someone at a bus stop in a short story. Your favorite shoes will mysteriously disappear, and show up in a poem. The watch you always wear, the watch you own but never wear, the fact that you’ve never worn a watch: they suddenly belong to characters you’ve never known. And yet they’re you. They’re not you; they’re someone else entirely, but they toss their hair like you. They use the same colloquialisms as you. They scratch their nose when they lie like you. Sometimes they will be narrators; sometimes protagonists, sometimes villains. Sometimes they will be nobodies, an unimportant, static prop. This might amuse you at first. Or confuse you. You might be bewildered when books turn into mirrors. You might try to see yourself how your beloved writer sees you when you read a poem about someone who has your middle name or prose about someone who has never seen To Kill A Mockingbird. These poems and novels and short stories, they will scatter into the wind. You will wonder if you’re wandering through the pages of some story you’ve never even read. There’s no way to know. And no way to erase it. Even if you leave, a part of you will always be left behind. 

If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die. 

There’s this shop keep I like to get my skeleton statues from, every time I go to her shop we talk about the moon and good energies. When I visited her once we talked about how crazy everyone was acting and she went, “It’s the moon’s vibes” and to this day I still think she’s right it’s just the vibes.

bramblepatch:

if you have not filed your income taxes you still have a day to do it but you only have a couple hours in which to do it while sitting in a pentagram of black goat’s blood under a full lunar eclipse

pesamientossuicidas:

Eclipse lunar 2014

pesamientossuicidas:

Eclipse lunar 2014

prayermachine:

grell finally corrects someone on her pronouns

go fuck yourself if you dont get it yet

kleidungen:

Olympia Le Tandreamy sighs

kleidungen:

Olympia Le Tan
dreamy sighs

brownberrypie:

Chilton offering himself to Will

brownberrypie:

Chilton offering himself to Will

artschoolglasses:

Favourite Fashion: Alexander McQueen, Fall 2008 RTW

xyntaxed:

mike is dead.

"What a wonderful thought it is that some of the best days of our lives haven’t happened yet."
Unknown (via flowerbrain) ←
brenogaltier:

Julian Casablancas (Lollapalooza Brasil, 05 de abril de 2014)

brenogaltier:

Julian Casablancas (Lollapalooza Brasil, 05 de abril de 2014)