+ naiche, 19, nyc
❝ I’ve stopped being sorry for all my soft. I won’t apologize because I miss you, or because I said it, or because I text you first, or again. I think everyone spends too much time trying to close themselves off. I don’t want to be cool or indifferent, I want to be honest. ❞
—— Azra.T “Don’t Wait Three Days to Text First.”
updates
reading; the raven boys by maggie stiefvater
writing; wires, the wild ones, various personal projects
watching; from dusk till dawn, in the flesh, spartacus, awkward, the real world, teen wolf
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Amanda Seyfried | by Rudy Waks for Givenchy

“I know when I’m awake and when I’m asleep,” Ronan Lynch said.
Adam Parrish, curled over himself in a pair of battered, greasy coveralls, asked, “Do you?”
Ronan made an ugly sound of scorn or mirth. He was like Cabeswater: a maker of dreams. If he didn’t know the difference between waking and sleeping, it was because the difference didn’t matter to him. “Maybe I dreamt you,” he said.
“Thanks for the straight teeth, then,” Adam replied.

I turned off my phone
Because I could not
Handle the certainty
That you were not
Even trying to talk
To me. —M.S. (via coffee-crinkled-pages)
Who hasn’t asked himself, am I a monster or is this what it means to be human? —Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star (via suzywire)
angelina jolie studio portrait // 1994

" But they love each other. Isn’t that what love means? That you’re supposed to be there for the other person to turn to, no matter what?"

Cause you’re so dark, babe
But I want you hard
You’re so dark, babe

Listen (x)

wearyvoices:

You must know… surely, you must know it was all for you. You are too generous to trifle with me. I believe you spoke with my aunt last night, and it has taught me to hope as I’d scarcely allowed myself before. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes have not changed, but one word from you will silence me forever. If, however, your feelings have changed, I will have to tell you: you have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.

Marvel Myths: The Winter Soldier as Ares

He is the God of War, emptied and hollowed of all that made him human, what remains is savageness, is bloodlust, is the cruelty of a bullet singing towards you in a single curved arc. He is mechanized divinity, a militarized messiah. Deified and mythologized, men pray at his alters and chain him to their human whims. He is the epitomization of a battlefield, an army, a war whose cause is irrelevant in the face of this: a death toll that rises with each time his name is torn from another’s lips. “He’s a ghost, you’ll never find him.”  (written by Emma )

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