i know i know i said i was keeping this blog but a bitch is stressed and  depressed so i moved her to my multi @lueure :/ come bug her there

i know i know i said i was keeping this blog but a bitch is stressed and  depressed so i moved her to my multi @lueure :/ come bug her there

i know i know i said i was keeping this blog but a bitch is stressed and  depressed so i moved her to my multi @lueure :/ come bug her there

i know i know i said i was keeping this blog but a bitch is stressed and  depressed so i moved her to my multi @lueure :/ come bug her there

i know i know i said i was keeping this blog but a bitch is stressed and  depressed so i moved her to my multi @lueure :/ come bug her there

i know i know i said i was keeping this blog but a bitch is stressed and  depressed so i moved her to my multi @lueure :/ come bug her there

i know i know i said i was keeping this blog but a bitch is stressed and  depressed so i moved her to my multi @lueure :/ come bug her there

i know i know i said i was keeping this blog but a bitch is stressed and  depressed so i moved her to my multi @lueure :/ come bug her there

i know i know i said i was keeping this blog but a bitch is stressed and  depressed so i moved her to my multi @lueure :/ come bug her there

i know i know i said i was keeping this blog but a bitch is stressed and  depressed so i moved her to my multi @lueure :/ come bug her there

i know i know i said i was keeping this blog but a bitch is stressed and  depressed so i moved her to my multi @lueure :/ come bug her there

“How does a monster become a monster? It starts with love, always love, and they ate it in greedy handfuls, back when they were whole and beautiful and the light waltzed on their skin like stars. It starts with sin, always sin, like fingerprints on the spine, like a devouring, like singing while Eden floods, like singing with fists in their mouths. Before a monster is a monster, it is swollen with love, it presses sin flush against the wall, it pretends that it knows what to do with its hands. And then the love vanishes, it is plucked right out of their mouths, and the monster is desolate, and the monster is withering, and all that is left is sin and a gaping hole where the heart should be, overgrown and abandoned, stars spilling out.”

— Emily Palermo, And Maybe I Haven’t Been Kissed in a Long Time

𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙶𝙰𝙽 𝙻𝙴 𝙵𝙰𝚈,       visage.        (    002.   )

My rage can’t make sense of anything but itself.

Stuart Turton, from The 7½ Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle (via howifeltabouthim)

thinking about the time when morgan literally held a knife above victor his head as a child but she couldn’t go through with it and while she claimed she wanted him to understand why he was being punished (he broke her heart and all that) it was truly because she still loved him and looking at the most innocent form of him made it impossible for her to kill him :/ 

𝙽𝙸𝙺𝙻𝙴𝚄𝚂,       klaus mikaelson.

❛ ❛        are you suggesting i’m never well - behaved ? i’ll have you know i’m quite the gentleman.      ❜ ❜

i   don’t    make    eye    contact    as    i    intended,    but    my    quick    spat    was    delivered    nonetheless.    (    I WAS ALWAYS QUICK    /    PERHAPS THAT IS WHY I WAS SO DETESTED BY MY FATHER.    )    it    wouldn’t    take    me    long    before    i    raised    my    bourbon    glass,    𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍    𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐    𝚊𝚜    𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚝    𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚑𝚘𝚕,    as    a    GREETING    before    i    give    a    small    smile.    before    i    bring    the    glass    close,    i    set    it    down    on    the    table    behind    me,    leaning    against    it    for    support,    quick    to    raise    an    eyebrow.

❛ ❛        to what do i owe the pleasure ? someone get on your mean side today, hm ?      ❜ ❜

@lefaes … ,   you  are  remarkably  well  -  behaved  tonight,  what  have  you  been  up  to  ?  

morgan le fay has walked this earth for centuries          &       even wicked sorceresses get lonely eventually.     it’s this reason that had her seek the other his company:      if only to be entertained for a night.      “       that’s exactly what i’m suggesting,    darling.     i would describe you as numerous things     .  .  .     a gentleman is tragically not one of them.  ��    ”       her smile shows teeth,    gleaming          &      ill - boding.     he was not the only one that could bite,     but at this point she was sure he knew that.     

(         —        someone get on your mean side today?    )      “       ah,    only slightly.    i took care of it already.      ”       she turns flippant then,    a dismissive wave of manicured hand.    her hips sway as she moves closer.    the mauve heels adorning her feet clacking along the wooden floors.       “       you got a drink for me?    preferably,    the other red kind.     a glass of pinot noir should do nicely.      ”       her body settles in front of him now.   uncomfortably close for most,   but she reveled in the vexation it would surely bring him.

I'm banning u from liking my plotting calls

just say you hate me and go 😔