clmr
“moonlight making crosses on your body, and me putting my mouth on every one.”

molly, fourteen, probably angry about teen wolf
i lead an allison argent appreciation life

sexybritishllama:

im pretty sure it is physically impossible to listen to radioactive by imagine dragons without imagining yourself in a post-apocalyptic city with your hair slowly blowing in the wind as you walk down the deserted street with a gun on your shoulder

21/4/14 with 89,768 notes #tru

aarontvaet:

it was Robb she wept for


hungarian:

bon jovi? mauvais jovi? c’est un mystère

21/4/14 with 16,350 notes




He was the best of them. {x}

He was the best of them. {x}



@frafee @owainwilliams2 ..!

@frafee  ..!

21/4/14 with 251 notes #fra fee#l o o ser

All night I stretched my arms across
him, rivers of blood, the dark woods, singing
with all my skin and bone, ‘Please keep him safe.
Let him lay his head on my chest and we will be
like sailors, swimming in the sound of it, dashed
to pieces.’ Makes a cathedral, him pressing against
me, his lips at my neck, and yes, I do believe
his mouth is heaven, his kisses falling over me like stars.
— Richard Siken (via petrichour)


new url because tfios

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20/4/14 with 23 notes #del#rates for ts

You were my whole galaxy, while I was merely a star in yours.
— (via zelu)
20/4/14 with 8,132 notes #quote

therareandferociousswamprabbit:

iiwaslike:

flusschen:

meanwhile in 1997 these cutting edge internet themed crayons were born

www.purple

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therareandferociousswamprabbit:

iiwaslike:

flusschen:

meanwhile in 1997 these cutting edge internet themed crayons were born

www.purple

green.com



 

20/4/14 with 45,621 notes #avengers#steve rogers


20/4/14 with 1,761 notes #thg

side by side we shall stand
        with courage coursing through our veins
                 and power thrumming from our fingertips.
our voices loud like a war cry


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