Do you ever just get something and think: This. This is it. This is my new favourite thing.
pandaswithhats replied to your post“i have somehow become the person who messages my best friend about…”
Dude when i got your text I was in mcdonalds. I feel you have leeched away some of my essence.
Sometimes before it gets better
The darkness gets bigger
The person that you’d take a bullet for
Is behind the trigger
Miss Missing You - Fall Out Boy (x)
defined cheekbones and jawlines on boys will be the end of me
#she’s bleeding out and her priority is still to mumble out words of absolvement#her defining personality trait is the guilt she feels for sins others made her commit#and she feels that guilt pressing on her all the time and she feels as though she’s the one to blame#yet she know how shitty she feels so she works her hardest to absolve everyone else of similar sins#things they were coerced into doing#did unknowingly#were brainwashed into doing#she makes everyone know that horrors they committed by someone else’s will are not their fault#yet she can’t do it for herself#sorry i’ll just be off crying (x)
ladies who should be playing mythical head bitches in charge | ROMOLA GARAI as SIGYN, the wife of loki, the goddess who stayed by his side through the passing of millenia in the dark depths of the earth, and lived to see her husband’s ragnarok.
The sound of dripping venom is the only movement in the dank cave, the hissing beast itself the only thing that seems, on quieter days, truly alive. Shhh, my love, she whispers, and her husband screams when she tips the venom from the bowl, he writhes and twists in the bonds of their son’s innards. Shh, my love. She pats his fevered forehead, averts her eyes from his ruined flesh, and gazes upwards, past the coiled serpent, past its giant scaled body, to the very heights of Valhalla. Oh, you shall pay, she thinks. You gods will tremble at the might of what will come. It will make you weak, o lords, how cruel we can be. She waits, sitting by her husband’s side, quietly patient and patiently scheming, gardening the fall of the gods. The end, when it comes, is as much hers as it is her husbands.
you insult the black widow you insult me
It’s funny how you never, ever, see a man defined by the number of children he has like this, eh?
A British one penny coin from 1903 defaced by the Suffragettes