Something about you is perfect.

Not like perfect, perfect,

But perfect for me.

When I see you, or just think of you,

Something in me is hot.

Like on fire…in my chest on the left side.

Burning blazing hot as blue flame,

No, no, hotter than the sun.

Sometimes it’s like your skin is transparent…

And inside of you I can see exactly what is,

That thing I’m missing.

Good God, I’m missing it so bad.

And just as I get close enough to touch it,

It’s gone,

Buried beneath shit.

Piles of ignorance, denial, and lies.

And I’m appalled.

But still this fire burns brighter.

Hotter, turning my insides to a molten puddle of magma, bubbling up.

I try to leave, but it knocks me to my knees.

Because there is something in you that I need…

Something buried so deep.

Something perfect…

But not perfect, perfect.

Just perfect for me.

~Dymond Cymone~


You know, I’m 1500 years old. I’ve killed twice as many enemies as that. And every one of them would have rather killed me than not succeeded. I’m only alive because fate wants me alive. Thanos is just the latest of a long line of bastards, and he’ll be the latest to feel my vengeance - fate wills it so.

Avengers: Infinity War (2018), dir. Anthony & Joe Russo


#if steve rogers was an instagram thot