sorry about the quote :'(

4

“i don’t have the tears to cry anymore. but…i at least have to keep yu safe” // “i promise you, mika. even if i have to sell out the whole world to do it, i’ll make sure you’re turned back into a human.”

5

“… Together, we make the perfect main character.”

↳ for @vtsvro​!

  • Keith: Scar’s brother was ultra hot and I'm so mad he is dead.
  • Keith: I JUST REALIZED THAT I SHOULD CLARIFY THAT I AM WATCHING FMA: BROTHERHOOD AND I AM NOT IN FACT LUSTING AFTER MUFASA, SCAR’S DEAD BROTHER IN THE LION KING.
  • Lance: Too late you’re a fucking furry now.
But our eyes, seemed like they couldn’t forget. They still chased each other, like they wanted to say something.
—  A story about you (part 3)

This is so so important and beautiful. And important. And beautiful.

And just like that, I lost you.
—  April 11, 2016
I can’t even be upset that you don’t care about me too because you were never mine to care about to begin with…
—  Confessions of a party girl
Every mistake turned into a habit, so every apology meant nothing.
7

“It would be Carol, in a thousand cities, a thousand houses, in foreign lands where they would go together, in heaven and in hell.”
Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt

Happy April 17th (Carol/Therese Reunion)
(ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

if it doesn’t come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don’t do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit for hours
staring at your computer screen
or hunched over your typewriter
searching for words,
don’t do it.
if you’re doing it for money or fame,
don’t do it.
if you’re doing it because you want
women in your bed,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit there and rewrite it again and again,
don’t do it.
if it’s hard work just thinking about doing it,
don’t do it.
if you’re trying to write like somebody else,
forget about it.

if you have to wait for it to roar out of you,
then wait patiently.
if it never does roar out of you,
do something else.

if you first have to read it to your wife
or your girlfriend or your boyfriend
or your parents or to anybody at all,
you’re not ready.

don’t be like so many writers,
don’t be like so many thousands of
people who call themselves writers,
don’t be dull and boring and
pretentious, don’t be consumed with self-love.
the libraries of the world have
yawned themselves to sleep
over your kind.
don’t add to that.
don’t do it.
unless it comes out of
your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,
don’t do it.
unless the sun inside you is burning your gut,
don’t do it.

when it is truly time,
and if you have been chosen,
it will do it by itself and if it will
keep on doing it
until you die or it dies in you.
there is no other way.
and there never was.

—  Charles Bukowski, So You Want To Be A Writer?