f a v o u r i t e everything

dear readers, 

why do i miss someone or something i never really knew?

i feel like i romanticize everything and everyone around me, and don’t look at it/them realistically.  the relationships i form with people always sound much better in my head then they are in real life. 

how do i reconcile the real with my wishful thinking? or how do i make my wishful thinking into a reality?

sincerely, waiting for oblivion 


☆° ~ Cosplay Presentation ~ °☆

C h a r a c t e r  ★  Clare
V e r s i o n    Ghost/North Version
S e r i e  ★  Claymore
W h a t   I   m a d e ★  Dress, Armor, Top, Sword
W h a t   I   b o u g h t  ★  Wig, Stocking, Boots, Belts 
D a t e   o f   c o m p l e t i o n  ★  August 2013
C o n v e n t i o n s  ★  Otakuthon 2012 and 2013, Anime Boston 2013
S t a t u t  ★  Active

Why did I choose this character  ?
Clare is one of my favorite character from Claymore because of her personnality and her strenght. She has that force to get through everything even after loosing so many of her friend/comrade. She has a beautiful aura and her loyalty toward everything is just magnificent. Even tho I love some character more than her she’ll always have that special place in my heart. By cosplaying her I wanted to get that mix feeling of being strong and emotional at the same time. 

What did I enjoyed/liked/am proud of making the most on this costume ?
I’m really proud of my sword. I actually only helped my step-mother to do the whole outfit since I was out of time - and obviously lack in sewing skills - so I just made the armor part as well as the sword. It was my first prop ever and even tho now I see a lot of mistakes and some things I would do differently, I’m still in love with that sword. I worked a lot to get all the proportions right and to get it as accurate as I could. It’s just still my baby ~

What part I would do differently or do not like ?
I would make the belts black haha >A> and also would make the sword differently even tho I love it that way, I would remake it out of plastic. I would also do some adjustment on my leather top and maybe re-style the wig differently. But that’s growing up with a costume I guess.

Credit © Belziir Photography (photographers)
© Zuki Nyu (Cynthia), Kirliara (Yuma), Sunday Afternoon (Miria)


Thank you for bumping into me that day in the hallway. I thought I would never be happy again, and then…and then I met you. You changed everything for me. You quite literally s a v e d my l i f e


Hi there! So, I decided to do a Christmas follow forever!  (◡‿◡✿)

First of all, the squad: @footietrash@thiagosssilva@alphasquadrant@potatonis


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25 Days of Peter/Olivia by elialys

day 25: reasons why i love them

She was his h o m e.
He made her b e l i e v e in h e r s e l f.
Through everything, they a l w a y s found each other.
And together, they were b e a u t i f u l.

And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.”


My hope is blood on b r o k e n glass. A shattered hole, a scattered past
And I can’t wake up cause the d a r k n e s s won’t let go. Everything is l o s t And this n i g h t m a r e ’ s  closing in. Everything is l o s t. 

There’s a s o r r o w beneath my skin. This is the end of m e. There are angels and demons at w a r inside my chest. The good and the evil are f i g h t i n g to possess. And I can’t stand up as the g r o u n d shakes underneath. And I can’t stand up as the e a r t h gives under me. E v e r y t h i n g is lost. And this nightmare’s closing in. 

Everything is l o s t. There’s a s o r r o w beneath my skin.This is t h e e n d of me. Everything is l o s t. And this n i g h t m a r e ’ s closing in. Everything is     l o s t. There’s a s o r r o w beneath my skin. This is the end of m e