a wild face appears!

  • me: it's impossible to have every song from an album stuck in your head at the same time
  • Bastille: think again

My second giveaway prize for Diira, that I went ‘slightly’ overboard on, because Alistair and Orin Surana are my sons and they hurt my heart a lot

My imagined reunion between them after the events of Awakening, after being torn apart and unsure of each other’s feelings  ✧٩(•́⌄•́๑)

(Please click on the imagines for bigger versions because Tumblr is making it blurry :(( )

‘Yes,’ he cried, ‘you have killed my love. You used to stir my imagination. Now you don’t even stir my curiosity. You simply produce no effect. I loved you because you were wonderful, because you had genius and intellect, because you realized the dreams of great poets and gave shape and substance to the shadows of art. You have thrown it all away. You are shallow and stupid. My God! how mad I was to love you! What a fool I have been! You are nothing to me now. I will never see you again. I will never think of you. I will never mention your name. You don’t know what you were to me, once. Why, once …. Oh, I can’t bear to think of it! I wish I had never laid eyes upon you! You have spoiled the romance of my life. How little you can know of love, if you say it mars your art! What are you without your art? Nothing. I would have made you famous, splendid, magnificent. The world would have worshipped you, and you would have belonged to me. What are you now? A third-rate actress with a pretty face.’
—  The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde