Tell me about her, because I want to know. Tell me something about the girl who’s the reason behind your short replies, the reason behind your coldness, the reason why we only talk when it’s convenient, when you feel like I’m drifting away. Tell me about the girl who makes you smile effortlessly, who makes you feel excited when she sends you a message. Does she hold you when you need it, the way I do? I wonder if you tell her about me or if you act as if I’m not here when you’re talking to her. Will you be honest enough to tell me that someone else is already making you feel different? Maybe she is. Maybe she is right in a way that I’m not and maybe she is more than enough in a way that I will never be.

its 5 in the morning have a really low quality jpeg of some 20yo giogio

If you want to leave
I won’t stop you,
I promise.
I know this isn’t what you want anymore.
I can see the torn look
in your eyes,
weighing on you.
I won’t ask
even if my heart is screaming for you to stay,
with my trembling hands pleading to reach out to caress your face
just one more time.
I swear
I won’t make you my prisoner in this house of lies,
pretending everything is okay.
No mater how much
I want to lock you away.
—  house of lies || melindacarolinee

I’m always watching scary youtube videos about cryptids and monsters and shit, and I’m just thinking that if I ever met these creatures face-to-face or had a paranormal experience I’d just chalk it up to my mental illnesses/disorders getting outta hand.
Like, oh a creepy demon sitting in my living room, chill, I’m seeing shit now

anonymous asked:

OMG MATTY! You have a nose ring and short hair and RHOSE GLASSES. I've been wondering for so long what you look like but was lowkey afraid to ask and you posted that selfie for RFGONAKED on Twitter. Sorry, I'm rambling but you're SO BEAUTIFUL! And I LOVE that mischievous smile. I hope you don't get weirded out by this. I just love you a lot, k? *-*

You mean this, anon?

Yes, I have a nose ring and short hair and three moles on my face too, one of which is hidden right under the line of my eyebrow. 

And I’ll just be here in my corner, dying from blushing. 

I’m fine. 

Bruce (@rabbruad1) wrote: 

It’s not unusual for Elle to wear her hair in a bun…usually a hot dog bun. But this morning she surprised me. She had it in a cinnamon bun. “Sweetie, it looks delicious. Can I try some?”

Buns that are spun with mere hair we should shun, for its far more fun to wear a bun that has more than one function. I like to run races with a cinnamon bun, and then when I’ve won, I sit in the sun and eat the bun, knowing I’m number one. I’ve also begun to help my hungry competitors run, since their past times are outdone as they run after my bun. It’s great for everyone!

Okay, so Robert Lightwood has not been the best father in the history of the Shadowhunters. Not the worst (we all know that spot is saved for Valentine Morgenstern), but definitely not the best. He’s fucked up so many times that I probably couldn’t even try to recall them all. Julian is not even technically a father, but he does a better job at raising kids than Robert.

But this bit here in Lord of Shadows really touched my heart. While Robert has not always been the fairest to Alec, often blinded by his ignorance and fear, in his office hangs a tapestry where his son stands and fights in battle. You can tell from this moment he’s so fucking proud of his son, of his talent as a Shadowhunter. But he’s also proud of how he was willing to go into battle to protect those that he loves.

Robert was not a perfect father, but he was trying to be better and that’s character development and I fucking love it.

Love. It’s all I see. All I breathe. All I need. And it’s her. Everything. She’s the love. The light of my life. The stars in my night sky. The moonlight on the waves. She’s so beautiful. How lucky was I to deserve her? Anyone else could have taken her just like that. But me? No, I was the one who captured her heart. And ever since, it’s been securely tucked away, and nothing could ever change my mind about that. I’ll protect her heart. Cherish it. Love it. Keep it beating the correct rhythm.

Never in my life have I ever met anyone like her before. How I’ve fallen completely in love with her and everything that she is. She always fascinates me. Leaves me wanting more. Craving more. She’s different. Kind. Smart. Loving. Everything I needed. I wanted. And my love for her grows every second of every day. She’s the love of my life. I don’t want anyone else but her. And I’m absolutely sure of that.

—  S.V//@Sempiternal.poet on Instagram
When I told you that
my skin was made of glass
I did not mean to imply
that I was fragile. 
You see, 
sometimes glass
is bulletproof. 
Its softest layer bends
so that it does not break.
So when I told you that
my skin was made of glass
I only meant to say
that it is possible
to be entirely visible
and still not be vulnerable. 
You just have to find strength
in your own weaknesses
and trust yourself
to absorb the impact.
—  Made of Glass, V.P.