Castlevania + quotes
tag yourself — tumblr pop
Halsey: reckless nights, driving around the illuminated city of L.A. / sneaking into old, abandoned motels with your friends that you’re probably never going to talk to again after high school, but you still say the term BFF all night / cigarette filters in tiny liquor bottles, stained with lipstick / chopping off your hair in a bathroom that isn't yours and not cleaning up afterwards / young love and genuinely believing it’s the end of the world when it ends after a week, finally believing the people who warned you / burning an american flag and throwing your more-than-half-full bottle of jack daniels into the flames
Melanie Martinez: alphabet blocks spelling ‘go fuck yourself’ / your stuffed animals showing up in places you don’t remember placing them / pastel nail polish that messily gets all over your fingers and hands / old photos of babydolls with a lazy eye and bashed-in faces / finally realizing the grim, origin-meanings of the nursery rhymes your parents read you as a kid / watching tom and jerry on drugs / knee-high socks with lacy tops and rip all along the fabric / getting the big-kid swing all to yourself because no one wanted to go to the park with you / tearing the heads off of your animal crackers and gummy bears
The Neighbourhood: standing at the beach at 5 pm, shallow waves crashing onto your feet / burning money you know you need and using it to roll blunts because you want that rich-illusion / driving through california in a white convertible, with palm trees all around you and a girl you just met sitting next to you, while holding her shawl over her head before letting it fly off into the wind / hawaiian shirts and faded, ripped jeans / leaving a small party early and coming home to your expensive suburban condo, falling asleep alone / the ghost of nicotine on your tongue after brushing your teeth
Twenty One Pilots: colder weather and leaves fallen off every tree / painting vent-quotes on your walls with black and red paint when you can’t sleep / sitting in the school cafeteria with your childhood best friend, jamming on a ukelele / dark thoughts at night that you turn into poetry / secret handshakes that only you and your soulmate know / scribbling out your monsters with a black pen on a three-hole-punch notebook
Lorde: demolishing stereotypes, the popular girls kissing the nerd girls, jocks showing up at theatre class / games of spin the bottle and 7 minutes in heaven / throwing on your drugstore lipstick and fishnets and catching a bus to a sketchy, glow-blog-material club that doesn't require ID / sinking under chlourine-plagued water with your best friend and yelling something, floating up and trying to guess what the other said / going to a house party on a saturday while sticking to white wine and your friend that dragged you there, but ending up actually having a really good time / not giving a shit about sports but going to a highschool football game to get out of the house
Lana Del Rey: marilyn-liner and fake lashes / oldies movies playing in the background / emotionlessly breaking expensive jewelry that your ex bought you / loitering at liquor stores until you're asked to leave / getting into a stranger's car solely because they're cute / getting drunk off moonshine and dancing on the pole in the center of the T even though you have no experience
Marina And The Diamonds: purposely popping your bubblegum as hard as you can when someone asks you to stop chewing so loud / poisoning a milkshake at a 50's style diner / the sound of pouring a handful of diamonds against a mahogany floor / pastel pink leather jackets with a number of feminism pins all over it / a beautiful bouquet of flowers from all the lovers you met with, 1-5 for each day of the week.
tag yourself — tumblr pop
Halsey: reckless nights, driving around the illuminated city of L.A. / sneaking into old, abandoned motels with your friends that you’re probably never going to talk to again after high school, but you still say the term BFF all night / cigarette filters in tiny liquor bottles, stained with lipstick / chopping off your hair in a bathroom that isn't yours and not cleaning up afterwards / young love and genuinely believing it’s the end of the world when it ends after a week, finally believing the people who warned you / burning an american flag and throwing your more-than-half-full bottle of jack daniels into the flames
Melanie Martinez: alphabet blocks spelling ‘go fuck yourself’ / your stuffed animals showing up in places you don’t remember placing them / pastel nail polish that messily gets all over your fingers and hands / old photos of babydolls with a lazy eye and bashed-in faces / finally realizing the grim, origin-meanings of the nursery rhymes your parents read you as a kid / watching tom and jerry on drugs / knee-high socks with lacy tops and rip all along the fabric / getting the big-kid swing all to yourself because no one wanted to go to the park with you / tearing the heads off of your animal crackers and gummy bears
The Neighbourhood: standing at the beach at 5 pm, shallow waves crashing onto your feet / burning money you know you need and using it to roll blunts because you want that rich-illusion / driving through california in a white convertible, with palm trees all around you and a girl you just met sitting next to you, while holding her shawl over her head before letting it fly off into the wind / hawaiian shirts and faded, ripped jeans / leaving a small party early and coming home to your expensive suburban condo, falling asleep alone / the ghost of nicotine on your tongue after brushing your teeth
Twenty One Pilots: colder weather and leaves fallen off every tree / painting vent-quotes on your walls with black and red paint when you can’t sleep / sitting in the school cafeteria with your childhood best friend, jamming on a ukelele / dark thoughts at night that you turn into poetry / secret handshakes that only you and your soulmate know / scribbling out your monsters with a black pen on a three-hole-punch notebook
Lorde: demolishing stereotypes, the popular girls kissing the nerd girls, jocks showing up at theatre class / games of spin the bottle and 7 minutes in heaven / throwing on your drugstore lipstick and fishnets and catching a bus to a sketchy, glow-blog-material club that doesn't require ID / sinking under chlourine-plagued water with your best friend and yelling something, floating up and trying to guess what the other said / going to a house party on a saturday while sticking to white wine and your friend that dragged you there, but ending up actually having a really good time / not giving a shit about sports but going to a highschool football game to get out of the house
Lana Del Rey: marilyn-liner and fake lashes / oldies movies playing in the background / emotionlessly breaking expensive jewelry that your ex bought you / loitering at liquor stores until you're asked to leave / getting into a stranger's car solely because they're cute / getting drunk off moonshine and dancing on the pole in the center of the T even though you have no experience
Marina And The Diamonds: purposely popping your bubblegum as hard as you can when someone asks you to stop chewing so loud / poisoning a milkshake at a 50's style diner / the sound of pouring a handful of diamonds against a mahogany floor / pastel pink leather jackets with a number of feminism pins all over it / a beautiful bouquet of flowers from all the lovers you met with, 1-5 for each day of the week.
“…he’s so devoid of colour, he don’t know what it means.” colors, halsey
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But I don’t want small talk. Text me, and without saying hello, tell me why you got so angry at your neighbor this morning. Tell me why you have a scar shaped like the letter S on your palm. Send me paragraphs about the time you spent at your grandmother’s house that one summer. Call me when I’m half asleep and tell me why you fear owls . Tell me about the first time you saw your dad cry. Tell me about your friends’ childhood funny stories, tell me about the little girl who used to annoy you when you were kids. Text me at 4 AM to tell me about the dream that woke you up , come at my door to show me your writings . Talk to me about your wildest dreams that you feel embarrassed to share with anyone Go on for hours about things that may not seem important because I promise that I’ll be hanging on to every word you say. Tell me everything. I don’t want someone who just talks about the weather.
warmsnow07 (via wnq-writers)
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halsey: what is your favorite song off of hopeless fountain kingdom?
me: the whole album
me: #1 - #16
me: every single one
me: all of them
blue entry #2
im quite sure you’ve already felt what its like to be surrounded by people that you call “friends” — in which these people knows so much about you but somehow, despite being around them, you just feel so lonely inside. like, physically they are there but emotionally, spiritually, you dont feel them. they are these ghost that have mouths to chatter, creating white noise with every story they share. as for yourself, you just feel so fucking lonely. and you’re so fucking tired of feeling like you dont really belong. you’re the one where people cuts off your story, the one no one would slow down to just to walk side by side, the one not knowing the secret, the one who’s always left behind. it so fucking sad that we fucking feel this. if you have a friend, you’re supposed to not feel alone. or maybe you just feel alone because they aren’t really your friends, they’re just the people you hangout with so that people wont think you’re a loser, the people you fake a laugh with just so people wont think you’re lonely. but, wouldn’t it be much better if you just make an effort to look for someone who will listen to you 24/7? someone who wouldn’t make you feel out of place. someone who would do the effort of reminding you just how fucking wanted you are in this world.
because, honestly, i feel so alone. i feel unwanted. i feel out of place. i feel like crying and dying and im just so so sad. nafx 02/25/17
chanelblooded
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Source: ultrastylesnce
I have not forgotten you. You’re just a memory with edges, still too sharp to touch.
my-haunted-lungs (via wnq-writers)
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ulzzangpng
pra agradecer os 3.7k+ de seguidores fiz esse pack. Era pra fazer um tempo atrás na verdade, mas antes tarde do que nunca né?! É um pack simples, mas fiz com o maior carinho. Esperam que vocês gostem, e que seja útil.
this pack contains:
- 58 random texts;
- 66 png texts;
- 501 pngs:
animals; cartoon/anime; computer stuff; crowns; flower crowns; food; guns; kawaii; plants; random; statues; universe; vintage.
- 103 mini pixel;
- 38 lace borders;
- 19 kawaii text;
- 21 fonts;
- 6 cat textures.
to get this pack you have to:
- follow the tumblr (i’ll check);
- like and reblog this post (i’ll check);
- ask here “ulzzangpng pack 3.7k+”;
- i will not answer anon;
- and D-O N-O-T repass the link of this pack.
THANKS FOR 7K FOLLOWERS!!!!!
this pack contains 3.625 pngs/pics:
- 45 hq balloons;
- 217 base headers;
- 105 bubble speech;
- 31 Chinese letters;
- 355 computer stuff;
- 247 dialogues;
- 4 sources for lyrics header;
- 280 kawaii pngs;
- 154 pixels;
- 8 photobooths (hearts, birds…) for icons;
- 109 pink glitter;
- 1.015 png texts;
- 40 textures;
- 190 headers;
- 260 ulzzang icons.
to get the pack you have to:
- follow the tumblr (I’ll check);
- like and reblog this post (I’ll check);
- ask here “RINNEGOU PACK” (I will not answer anonymous);
- DON’T publish or repass the link of this pack.
and again I want to thank you for everything, making icons and headers is my favorite hobby, is like a refuge for me and know that you guys like it is even better, so thank you for all the encouragement !!! ·̩̩⋆̩* ¿॰*✩ ✨
I hope u like it!!
OBRIGADO PELOS 7K SEGUIDORES!!!!
essa pack contém 3.625 pngs/pics:
- 45 balões hq;
- 217 bases para headers;
- 105 bubble speech;
- 31 frases/letras chinesas;
- 355 computer stuff;
- 247 diálogos;
- 4 fontes para lyrics header;
- 280 pngs kawaii;
- 154 pixels;
- 8 photobooths (corações, pássaros, etc ) para icons;
- 109 pink glitter;
- 1.015 textos em png;
- 40 texturas;
- 190 headers;
- 260 icons de ulzzangs/site model.
para conseguir o pack, você precisará:
- seguir o tumblr (vou conferir);
- reblogar e dar like nesse post (vou conferir);
- mandar “RINNEGOU PACK” na ask (não responderei anônimos);
- NÃO publicar ou repassar o link da pack.
e de novo eu quero agradecer por tudo, fazer icons e headers para vocês é meu passatempo preferido, é como um refúgio para mim e saber que vocês gostam é melhor ainda, então muito obrigado por todo o incentivo e elogios, isso significa muito !!! ·̩̩⋆̩* ¿॰*✩ ✨
Espero que vocês gostem do pack!!
blue entry #1
have you ever felt that squeezing in your chest? like, you want to breath but someone's pushing down hard on your chest and you just keep on taking small gasps since that's all you'll ever get. and no, i don't mean that you have a disease or something but you just feel that way because you want to cry — so fucking hard — but you don't want anyone to see you crying. you want to express yourself but you can't put into words what you're feeling. all you can do is have watery eyes and be damned if someone notices. i am so fucking sad right now. i feel like i dont really belong. i need someone to just hold me but i dont know. i fucking dont know why i'm so sad. nafx 02/15/17
king’s cage countdown: day 1 • favourite scene in red queen
I don’t think when the next patron comes out. His eyes are on the sky, and he doesn’t notice me. It’s too easy to reach out, too easy to hook a finger around the strings of his coin purse. […] His hand closes around my wrist, his grip firm and strangely hot as he pulls me forward out of the shadows. I try to resist, to slip away and run, but he’s too strong. When he spins, the fire in his eyes puts a fear in me, the same fear I felt this morning. But I welcome any punishment he might summon. I deserve it all. “Thief,” he says, a strange surprise in his voice. I blink at him, fighting the urge to laugh. I don’t even have the strength to protest. “Obviously.”
