THIS BLOG IS AN ARCHIVE NOW. 

find me here :)

THIS BLOG IS AN ARCHIVE NOW. 

find me here :)

idk what the fuck this show is but I’m Lorain

gOD nothing is wrong with this blog yet i want to start over. 

like

the tags are bothering me & also i want to sort out a few different things so i might make this an archive blog & start over. I’m. most of the blogs that follow me are archive ones or p*rn spam ass blogs anyways. then i can start fresh. sound good??? sounds good to me.

pihcasso:

Goosebumps formed across Dylan’s tanned skin as she felt Demi’s fingertips moved over her body. Her eyes were ever soft as she let them roam over Demi’s face, trying to read what was going through her head. They had always been close, they always had been able to read each other fairly well, but this wasn’t exactly a normal situation. Swallowing hard when Demi stated she was beautiful, she wanted to believe it. And if she was ever going to believe it it would be in a moment like this, with someone she trusted more than anything. Still, there was hesitation. She didn’t think she was beautiful. Especially not now as she had started gaining weight again, given she was living with Demi and couldn’t just not eat anymore. Still, she offered a small, shy smile at the comment. Catching her bottom lip between her teeth as she nibbled on the skin, her cheeks turning slightly read when Demi stated she wanted to make her feel good. It was appealing. Way more appealing than it should have been. There was a small laugh with a genuine smile that lit up her face when she heard the comment about her skin, “Thanks, I’ve been stealing your lotion since I moved in,” she admitted. Swallowing hard she licked her lips before she leaned in closer to Demi, her lips moving to press a small kiss on the corner of the singer’s mouth before she pulled away and let out a small breath of air she had been holding in. There was a lot to consider. Part of her just wanted to stop thinking, because it felt like it was ruining whatever this was, but the other part of her was scared Demi would end up hating her the moment it was over. Licking her lips again she tugged her bottom one through her teeth before whispering, “I… I want that but… but I want to make you feel good too.” She paused, her hues running up from Demi’s lips to connect with her sister’s eyes, “I don’t… I don’t want it to be just about me. I kno… I know it’s wrong…. or whatever but I… I want it to just be about..” She got quiet, her cheeks turning a slight shade more red as she whispered, “us.” 

She didn’t want them to regret this, if anything that she did ended up hurting her sister she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to stomach herself at all. But the more she listened to her the more she came to realize that Dylan wanted the same thing. There’s a soft smile that rises up to her lips at the realization she’d been using some of her stuff makes her feel like maybe she’s doing something right; if she was getting comfortable enough in the house to be using Demi’s stuff then it meant maybe there was progress being made. Still she gets distracted from the thought as soon as she felt Dylan’s lips so close to her own. “ You wanna make me feel good too? “ A brow rises, hesitant yet but she does let her hands curl into her sides a little more, hues falling back down to the woman’s lips as she nodded. “ I... okay, it can be about us... that’s... that’s okay. “ She murmured, even though this was the farthest thing from being okay. Demi struggled to figure out just how to come up with the right thing to say; given the situation it wasn’t that much of a shock that she wanted to pick and chose her words carefully but even as she tried to be careful with them her thoughts had already reached the point of no return. Her tongue slipped out to run over her lips as she met her sisters gaze, “ Just, Dylan... if I... if you ever want me to stop just uh... tell me. “ She whispered, letting her lips hover over hers and press a soft kiss to her lips. It made her heart race to even get this close to her and be able to kiss her like this, it didn’t take long for the kiss to get deeper; losing what train of thought she might have had and just let her feelings try to guide her through whatever this had become. Though it was more complicated than she wanted to think about it felt good to feel so close to Dylan and knowing; at least from what Dylan had said that she wanted this in some way made her feel like she was doing something right. Right for them both in the moment, wrong in the long run, or in any other sense than the one both of them were feeling right now. Maybe she wasn’t as smart as she thought; but at the moment she wasn’t sure she cared either. She pulled from Dylan’s lips only to test them against her jawline, fingertips sliding from the girls side to run over her thighs. Trailing her lips down from her jaw down to her collarbone with ever hesitant; careful movements. Demi had never been one to be slow with things like this but she didn’t want to do anything other than make Dylan feel good, fearing a sped up pace might make this crumble to pieces.

“Dear internet, I passed your birthday wishes on to Groffsauce. Happy belated birthday!”

elizuh:

im erasing myself from the narrative im erasing myself from the im erasing myself from im erasing myself im erasing im im going im going to im going to murder im going to murder alexander

Angelica: You have married an Icarus

He has flown too close to the sun

Eliza: Angelica I know you're supposed to be a genius or whatever

But not everything is about you and your incredible way with words

Just call him an asshole FFS

burn

eliza: and now...back to this bitch who had a lot to say about maria in his pamphlet the other day....alexander, what's good?

i hope that you burn

I’m burning the memories, burning the letters that might have redeemed you… I hope that you b u r n .

He clings to his hate so stubbornly, because once the hate is gone he’ll have no other choice but to deal with his pain.

(via pxrcelaintosteels)

anyways though I am Anna.

I am someone who did not die when I should have died.

Anne Carson, from Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides (via violentwavesofemotion)

  @illvgal​

“ You’re really DUMB to come here you know that? Like, if I were have chosen a place to be tonight, alone, on the streets is definitely not one of them. “ He says with a grin.

we’re watchin’ frozen & my mom is making cookies <3 i might add anna tbh

LIKE THIS for a starter.