Daughter. Sister. Ass-Kicker.

well i haven’t been on in a hot minute

when instagram starts recommending posts from ftwd’s insta. you know it’s getting close to that time

when you find a typo in your header and your photoshop trial ran out. like are you kidding me. i’m not gonna pay for that shit. free trials all the way

Clark family reunion

“You tried to kill me!”

“Don’t insult me. If I’d tried to kill you, you’d be dead.”

so i don’t know how much of an adult i am. i justified buying two new pairs of shoes today because i could wear them when i go to disney world because, and i quote, “they’d be comfy to walk around in all day and look cute”

It’s better this way. A little lonelier but better.

Lisa Schroeder, The Day Before/ (via thelovejournals)

&& honcrhim.

                      ✧ Words startle him, his fingers running across the dusty, empty shelves that provided no source of anything. He was hoping for something, anything to help in future. Maybe not him but someone else. He doesn’t hear her creep in nor does he suspect that he’s being watched. Yet, when her voice breaks the silence between them, he jumps. His hands grip whatever he can grab; which happen to be the shelves. And he turns, looking at her from up and down. She’s looks more equipped for this kind of world. Poor Siddiq barely has a knife to protect himself with; it’s growing dull. ❝ Oh good, you’re not dead. ❞ He breathes, letting go of the shelf and allowing the whole piece of furniture to stand back on its own. ❝ Sorry I just… had to try, ya know? A bit of hope can’t hurt sometimes. ❞ What he really needs is some food, maybe a bit of water. He’s running of fumes. 

She’d grown better at judging people but she knew it was always wise to take precaution. Though when she noticed he didn’t equip himself with any sort of weapon she softened. Still not letting her guard down, however, she removed her finger from the trigger. Allowing the firearm to fall near her side. Alicia looked down at herself and shrugged, “Not since the last time I checked.” It was more of a tease than she intended. Though her lips didn’t crack a smile. Instead she continued to study him. Watching for any sudden movement or tell signs. “I know the feeling. I was doing the same thing but I haven’t had much luck the last few miles.” She let out a long breath as she gestured as if to simulate the street. As hard as she tried, it was difficult for her not to feel stiff. Spotting another person had become a rare occurrence nowadays. Ones that were still kicking so to speak. “Is it just you? No group or anything?”

ftwd aesthetic → kidsquad

i am dying at all the commentary on my dash right now

&& hisexiile.

“ I TOLD NICK --- I WARNED HIM.  if he’d of listened, it — ” it all made sense in his head, it was valid. he’d given the younger male enough warning to clear the ranch, he’d done nothing wrong. “ i was doing what was best for everyone. ” the logic was sound to him, had it been his fault that instead of clearing the ranch, nick had grabbed jake and instead gone to stop him ?? a pause and eyes lifted, smile incredulous. “ where it doesn’t belong ?? the ranch was my HOME. i helped make it what it was, we invited you and you ruined it — my brother and my father are dead. ”

☢ // @tonotbehere

“You’re right, Troy. This was your home. And those people, they were your people. But you were the one who turned your back on them when they needed you the most.” The brunette swallowed thickly. Her throat sore and swollen from the lack of oxygen down in the cellar. Growing worse with every harsh breath she took in order to fill her lungs. “And instead of being that leader they needed you took things a step further and destroyed everything they had! You did that. Single handedly. Like an idiot.” Alicia raised her hand to her head, pelting her temple with her pointer. God he was just as hard headed as her brother but at least Nick wasn’t anywhere near as neurotic. “Don’t go blaming any of this on me or my mom. We wanted what was best for that place. We didn’t screw it all up.”

Reblog this if your muse is protective of their loved ones.

“Dear Mr. Sawyer, You don’t know who I am but I know who you are and I know what you done. You had sex with my mother and then you stole my dad’s money all away. So he got angry and he killed my mother and then he killed himself, too. All I know is your name. But one of these days I’m going to find you and I’m going to give you this letter so you’ll remember what you done to me. You killed my parents, Mr. Sawyer.”

                                                      WRITTEN BY: MONROE 

if all these lost blogs keep following me i know i am going to fall into that hole of wanting to make a jack or kate. i know it’ll happen. but also i just had a mini heart attack because i almost fell backward in my computer chair