moody (not mine)

sorrowful sweetness

hotel lobby (not mine)

bearing the underground in my soul

“sometimes if you let people do things to you, you’re really doing it to them.” - sharp objects

“they say it’s good to let your grudges go, but i don’t know, i’m quite fond of my grudge. i tend it like a little pet.” - big little lies

“it’s a very difficult era in which to be a person, just a real, actual person, instead of a collection of personality traits selected from an endless automat of characters.” - gone girl

“it’s a very greek idea, and a very profound one. beauty is terror. whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it.” - the secret history

the eight types of love (5)

(obsessive love)// mania love is the type of love that leads a partner into madness and obsessiveness. this person wants to love and be loved to find a sense of self-value. because of this, they can become possessive and jealous lovers, feeling as though they desperately need their partners

sometimes you just want to run out of your house into the middle of the street and scream.

you’re walking in the streets of a bustling city, listening to music, enjoying the sights and the people-watching.

the heart crushing, sickening feeling that comes with an unrequited crush

a playlist for when you just need to get in your car, drive, and cry it all out.

it’s that explosive feeling in your stomach every time you see them. just noting their presence makes your heart race. when you’re with them, life is 100x times better

there are secrets written within the walls of this institution. dirty secrets within the books, the classrooms, the dorms.

you and your friends thought it would be a good idea to walk in a graveyard at night.

I’m the fucking supreme

tearful or given to weeping.

when you saw them…you just knew. they were the one

i really thought you were my one. my soulmate.

what’s beyond all those stars? aliens? more planets? more universes?

you’ve been walking for hours. the forest never seems to end. it’s misty and a little chilly even. somewhere in the distance a river rushes.

the apocalypse is upon us.

there are aliens out there. i just know it

riseofasunfallofastarverse:

PLAYLIST RECS: ALWAYS A PAWN

❝songs for chapter sixty of make them gold, hope this scares you! this is all just ANGST baby. best played on shuffle.❞

☀️⭐notes ──── hello for anyone interested, I made a spotify playlist for chapter sixty of this book because that chapter is my favourite and it’s the one i had first planned when i started this story so i’m a little hyped for the chapter, i’ve only posted chapter 48 right now but i have every chapter up to 59 done and i’m working on chapter 60 as i post this and it’s so devastating so I thought I should make a playlist to keep y'all on your toes until the time comes for me to publish chapter 60! if you have any theories as to what chapter 60 and this playlist entails please hit my ask box up because i’d love to here them!!

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let me tell you a story

1. heartbreak - the end of something important. something that was the most important. “the future is scary, who will i be and will you be with me? i need to learn to be okay if the answer is no.”

2. confusion - finally reaching a tender acceptance, on the verge of completely moving on… but they return. “you just want what you can’t have”and“if you’re gonna leave, better leave, better do it fast, can’t live a little longer sitting on your lap, ‘cause you know what you’re doing when you’re coming back and i don’t want to have another heart attack.”and“why can’t we laugh now like we did then? how come i see you and ache instead?”

3. goodbye. - not being able to return to their heart, not without betraying yourself. being forced into the mirror image of the beginning and having to be the one to end it this time. “if i can’t have you, at least i’ll still have me”

“I dreamt of you, last night. I met you in my dream. I remember, I held your hand and looked you in the eyes but I’m afraid — they seemed clueless and your smile wasn’t serene. Your arms had always been my home but the hug last night screamed ‘goodbye’. I can easily recall how your hand slipped through mine and later, you faded like you were never there. I promise, I saw you in my dream and it feels, you visited to say that we’re not meant to be.” by memoirsofbilal (via Instagram)

— dream or a nightmare