or did nothing happen

carbon monoxide biting a cactus

I am paranoid.

my head is

spinning. There 

is a carbon monoxide alarm in the basement chirping

an ex-lover’s name every

30 seconds and I am wondering

whether I am poisoned or out of batteries. 

But, I am drunk, you see, and take a battery out, hoping

I can catch a breath of oxygen.

But when I climb back up the stairs, it chirps again.

I open all the windows and wonder

if this is what it is like to

be insane. I dreamed the other night

that I talked to someone I 

used to love and

showed him a living piece of us.

Person A is a witch by night, student by day, retail worker by evening. One night, they screw up a spell and thinking they did it wrong and nothing happened, they go to bed. But throughout the next day, they keep running into strange people. One person, Person B, reveals themself as a supernatural being, and that Person A has a huge target painted on their back due to the spell they accidentally cast.

dunkirk is the kind of film you sit on after you see it. at first you’re like, yeah that was a good film. it was a different kind of war movie. then you leave the theater and you start thinking about it, all your favorite moments, the ones that made you bite your nails off. you think about the message and what christopher nolan is really trying to get across with the way he directed it. and then you realize that it’s actually sort of spectacular. because you were in the film. you weren’t just hearing a bunch of dialogue, knowing what someone was going to do next. you were basically living it. between the music and the acting, you were feeling what they were feeling. long story short, if you were unsure of dunkirk at first: sit on it. i guarantee you’ll see the beauty in it. 


every derek hale scene » [5/?]


meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice, but falling in love with you was beyond my control

Me, upon hearing that an IT remake was coming out: uh, cool I guess? Just another remake? Lame.

Me, watching the cast of IT come out on the MTV Music and TV awards stage with flashlights: …oh no

Me, listening to Stan’s dramatic ass monologue in the teaser: oh….oh no

Me, watching the IT trailer for the 19th time: oH NO

Me, seeing IT opening night: No. I’m not letting this become a thing. I can watch a movie without getting hooked on it, right?

Me, now equipped with an IT blog: you poor, ignorant fool


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@mashirondividing​ said:  Hey I was just wondering, my birthday just passed (8th of dec) and I had meant to follow you, but this might be a big ask or anything, it’s okay if you can’t really!! could you maybe draw a birthday Kuroo for me it’s really okay if not

Ayyyyyy I’m always happy to draw Kuroo, so why not! I hope you had a great birthday! (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧


if isak’s story was told as a thriller. (aka snakesak, the trailer)

“We’re soldiers…We take pride in our service…”

protect louis protect louis protect louis

Jack Zimmermann was accustomed to dealing with difficult situations; he was captain of the Samwell Men’s Hockey team after all, but this? This was never in the job description.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Bitty whispered into the side of Jack’s neck, breath hot and sweet against his skin. The kegster ended a while ago but Bitty was still feeling the effects. When he fell off the coffee table attempting to dance to All the Single Ladies, Jack swept in ready to piggyback him to bed.

“Alright,” Jack said, mouthing I got this in Lardo’s direction before heading to the stairs.

“I don’t wanna be a single lady anymore,” His voice faltered and Jack became acutely aware of Bitty’s thighs around his hips. “I want a person. Everybody else has got a person.”

“With moves like that I don’t think you’ll have to wait long,” Jack said, supressing a chuckle.

“Mmhmm,” Bitty mumbled, fighting a losing war against sleep. Jack pushed open the door to Bitty’s room with his foot and ducked inside.

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