This house is so full of people it makes me sick. When I grow up and get married, I’m living alone. Did you hear me? I’m living alone! I’m living alone!
album aesthetics: II/III. ultraviolence by lana del rey.
me to other people: ur self-worth should not be defined by ur grades!
me to myself: if u don’t get a 107 on this assignment ur dead to me
can my life be a dreamy french movie with roses and moonlight and vintage perfume and art im tired
You think there’s only winning and losing, success and failure. But failure is when you’ve lost any semblance of hope. You will get to watch me die, but you won’t find it satisfying. Satan has one son, but my sisters are legion, motherfucker.
American Horror Story: Apocalypse, Episode 10; Apocalypse Then.
requested by anonymous ♡
He needed to tell her…what? That she was lovely and brave and better than anything he deserved. That he was twisted, crooked, wrong, but not so broken that he couldn’t pull himself together into some semblance of a man for her. That without meaning to, he’d begun to lean on her, to look for her, to need her near. He needed to thank her for his new hat.
Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles
literature meme: ten series or books
And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.
The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller (2011)
dan and matt are the ultimate jock power couple because when they’re standing next to each other in their uniforms they write ‘14′ which is troy bolton’s number.
wtf is going on why did i refresh and lose 10 followers all at once??
Anonymous said: petition for you to do a "savage neil" thingy where you document all the times neil josten was a straight up motherfucking savage yo
bitch i might just make it into a series kghdjkhgd
female awesome meme ♡ 4/10 supporting ladies: nina zenik (six of crows)
“ you have your own problems right now, zenik, said a voice in her head. stop worrying about saving the world and save your own ass. sometimes her inner voice could be very wise.”
album aesthetics: born to die the paradise edition by lana del rey.
“this song was never meant to be a song. it was a poem written in an effort to understand why i looked for love in things that were not love. i was never thinking it would be a song but maybe that’s the point. and by singing it out loud, together we become a choir, a chorus higher than the hurt, louder than loneliness.” — florence welch, h u n g e r