#tragic

badasssupertash:

“oh my darling, they will call you icarus for loving the sun too fiercely what a tragedy to yearn for something you’ll never be able to touch without getting burned. my poor icarus, oh how you will burn for love, yet to only feel it once my heart breaks for you. history will remember you, for being the first to fly that close to the sun just to feel it’s warmth. they’ll also remember you for your fall from grace into the icy depths of the sea but you never feared falling, it was the not knowing how it felt to be loved by the sun. i’m sorry my love, for history will forget your sun kissed heart.”

—like icarus my love, we came too close to the sun.//t.c

I have spilled pieces of me that no longer breathed. I feel dead, inside and out. Yet I try to smile because I don’t want anyone to ask me what’s wrong. If only I had known what’s wrong, I might have done something about it. But I don’t know. So I live –like a burden upon myself.

hustlerose:

iamoutofideas:

hustlerose:

hustlerose:

hustlerose:

hustlerose:

(T︿T*) <== she’s cry so much. she was forced to do laundry when she was 21

((,≧﹏ ≦,)) <===== sobbing and shaking!!!!!!!! she had to do the dishes

\(^▽^*)/ <= LAUNDRY AND DISHES ARE DONE!!! DONE FOREVER!!!!!

(u_u) <=== you guys are not gonna fucking believe what happened.

penis explosion

penis explosion

literarymessy:

His hand moves over her hair and he adds:

I love you. I’m not just saying that, I really do.

Her eyes fill up with tears again and she closes them. Even in memory she will find this moment unbearably intense, and she’s aware of this now, while it’s happening. She has never believed herself fit to be loved by any person.

Sally Rooney, Normal People.

Marianne told him this thing about her family. He didn’t know what to say. He started telling her that he loved her. It just happened, like drawing your hand back when you touch something hot. She was crying and everything, and he just said it without thinking. Was it true? He didn’t know enough to know that. At first he thought it must have been true, since he said it, and why would he lie? But then he remembered he does lie sometimes, without planning to or knowing why. It wasn’t the first time he’d had the urge to tell Marianne that he loved her, whether or not it was true, but it was the first time he’d given in and said it.

Sally Rooney, Normal People.

And, though I was a soul in pain,

My pain I could not feel.

Oscar Wilde, The Ballad of Reading Gaol.

His hand moves over her hair and he adds:

I love you. I’m not just saying that, I really do.

Her eyes fill up with tears again and she closes them. Even in memory she will find this moment unbearably intense, and she’s aware of this now, while it’s happening. She has never believed herself fit to be loved by any person.

Sally Rooney, Normal People.

She wants to tell him things. But it’s too late now, and anyway it has never done her any good to tell anyone.

Sally Rooney, Normal People.

All I want in this world,,, is to do official art for some dnd stream 

kimdokjahater:

characters who seem really cool at first glance but are absolutely pathetic with further context