the dylan’s from teen wolf have a very. important. msg.


Dearest Cecilia, the story can resume. The one I had been planning on that evening walk. I can become again the man who once crossed the surrey park at dusk, in my best suit, swaggering on the promise of life. The man who, with the clarity of passion, made love to you in the library. The story can resume. I will return. Find you, love you, marry you and live without shame.


GET TO KNOW ME MEME : favourite female characters [1/?] → Maria Posada

       ”I believe I have lost my appetite. No, please, please, stay seated. Now, if you will just excuse me, I must go and check on Chuy. That’s my pig. I need to spend time with someone… civilised.”


harvey guillen knows what’s most important.

Moving In A Familiar Circle || @Reggie

Min felt a bit odd about going to meet Reggie at his home, but it had more to do with the fact that she hadn’t told her husband that she was going to see her ex-husband than it had to do with actually going to see him. It wasn’t something she felt guilty about, persay, but she also had a feeling that Liam wouldn’t be altogether comfortable with it, either. It was too late to back out of it now, and besides, Min didn’t think she really wanted to. She did miss Reggie, she had missed Reggie for years, and she decided it was high time she moved past the grudges she held against him. She really should have years ago, but there were more than just grudges keeping herself from spending too much time with him.

She hadn’t divorced him because she no longer loved him. That hadn’t been the issue.

She’d always love him. That could be an issue.

She pulled up outside the house at around the time they agreed upon, and made her way up to the house. She knocked and then slipped her hands into her pockets and waited for him.

anachromatic mythology: Erato

Erato is seventeen and in love, always in love, always in love, always, always, always. She’s hiding behind bookcases when her crush comes into the library, she’s plucking wildflowers, she’s waiting for you to notice her. She’s spilling her heart into journals, filling them with one phrase over and over - I love you, I love you, I love you.
Maybe one day she’ll even be your muse.