some
                      old
                          wounds

               ——————————————never truly     
                       H E A L.

                             & { ʙ ʟ ᴇ ᴇ ᴅ } again at
                                       the SLIGHTEST ʷᵒʳᵈ.

I want to make love, but my hair smells of war and running and running.
-  - Warsan Shire, Conversations about home (at the Deportation Centre)
wouldyouliketoseemymask:
“ This isn’t the first time.
”

wouldyouliketoseemymask:

This isn’t the first time.

acecroft:

Catwoman in Arkham Unhinged

Can you honestly love a dishonest thing?
- John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent (via hellanne)
I was not made for love.
- A Six Word Story | d.a.s  (via feuerdove)
“ Ernest Hemingway, To Have and Have Not
”

Ernest Hemingway, To Have and Have Not

kiraa-hachi:

                ⊰ Aɴᴅ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ sʜᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ { ʙ ᴇ s ᴛ } ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʜɪᴍ
                    sʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ { s ᴛ ᴇ ᴀ ʟ } ʙᴜᴛ sʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴏᴛ { ʀ ᴏ ʙ } ⊱

                The

                survivors

                turned

                into

                monsters.

On a scale from 1 to 10 how much do you think I understand the character I role-play?

darkangelofdeath:

Woman? Is that meant to insult me?”  (inspired by x x x)

sweetandgentle-archive-deactiva:

Dear muns who play the same muse as me,

          You’re very cool (and you have good taste in muses), and if you want to, we should totally be friends. None of this silly jealousy stuff, come love me. Add me on skype, talk headcanons with me, do crack with me. There’s no reason not to be pals, you’re awesome.

                                                                    Love Always, me.