Source.

The game is…on?

True Love ❤️

Fuck all romance except what that Broody Werewolf and the ADHD Highschool Teen had going on

ladies do we care? do we care anymore ladies,?? do we care? ladies do we? do we care anymore ladies???? ladies do we caree??? do we?????

the concept of vinyl records will never cease to amaze me like they put SOUND in there!!!!!!! what the hell and fuck

❝You were the sun, and I was crashing into you.❞

fun fact! i made this like a month ago when i first saw the carry on countdown prompts and couldn’t help myself from making it and posting it a month earlier, but here we are, again! i added the pisces and cancer constellation into their hair respectively bc i thought it’d look cool. in case you couldn’t tell, this is for the sun/moon prompt :)

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You allow the world to think you’re a heartless murderer,“ I tell him. "And you’re not.”

He laughs, once; his eyebrows lifting in surprise. “No,” he says. “I’m afraid I’m just the regular kind of murderer.

I think the full gravity of qon's climax just hit me again. Jude, who schemed so much to keep Cardan under her control in the previous books, didn't choose to do that again when she got the chance to. She had the chance to get alot of power, control over cardan and others, the chance to rule undisputed, to never be afraid again. But she didn't choose it. She chose Cardan instead. Chose him over herself too (she mentions she isn't sure if she'll be able to bear the pain of losing him). She let go of all that she wanted before because she didn't want to give Cardan a life of misery, of being trapped. She set him free, only to find him again.

SHE CHOSE CARDAN AND HIS LOVE OVER EVERY-FUCKING-THING ELSE—

brb while I weep again.

today's mood: big old house on the outskirts of old town, having your own art gallery at home and enjoying beautiful pictures, spending time by candlelight, listening to the harp and reading classical novels

Do you ever just watch a movie/tv show that has a cool group of friends and get sad because you know that you will never have a friendship like that. Like, you have friends but its not actually like that and you know that your friends just don’t care that much...

because same

Albrecht Dürer, Adam and Eve (detail), 1507. Oil on panel, 209 × 81 cm. Museo del Prado, Madrid.