& the feeble piece of chalk that remains in her hand
              ( how desperate for survival it must be )
                       flicks from delicate fingers to land squarely on
                  her student. & feigned innocence is worn
             calmly upon compassion’s bearing
                                 ( apathy claws at her mask )

                 ❛  ————— class is done, stiles.  ❜

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Who are you? That’s what I want to know.

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        ❛ we could build treehouses.
                ——— live like bloody ewoks.

                              she is frayed nerves
                       ( compassion is oft misused as armour )
                                 & beyond that lies corrupt flesh & bone.

                   such a curiously cynical creature is sure to claw
                           through her skin as she crumbles.

                                skin made of gentle parchment is not
                                    constructed to mask iron bones.

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killianns:

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           ❛  lovely. my thoughts exactly.  

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       ❛ any particular reason for the get-up?

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Jenna Coleman at Armageddon Expo Melbourne (18 October 2014)

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i have so many things to do but frick it
like this for a starter so i can take my
mind off the walking dead.

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             i can’t do it.

      & as a light heart tugs in elation.
           she can’t quite remember
       when a drink had meant shots.

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"There is an unfair responsibility that comes with being an only child - you grow up knowing you aren’t allowed to disappoint, you’re not even allowed to die. There isn’t a replacement toddling around; you’re it. It makes you desperate to be flawless, and it also makes you drunk with the power."

— Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl
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            & precarious fingers sweep butter-y blonde hair
               from a damp forehead ( judith grimes remains a purity )
                    a ripped organ bubbles a sigh of defeat & yet a
         soft hum continues to slip past cracked lips
                     ( a sentimental tug toward her mother’s lullabies )
                wolves snarl a vicious warning
                                       ( a breath across her cheek )
                         now now, little oswald, perhaps vexations
                               
should remain shouldered.

         ———- i don’t think she’ll sleep a wink tonight.

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worthtwo:

&& impossiblesass liked this for a starter. 

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               ❝ are y’ sure you’ll be able t’ reach tha’? 

            ❛ i’ve got heels.

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