"We wear clothes, and speak, and create civilizations, and believe we are more than wolves. But inside us there is a word we cannot pronounce and that is who we are."

nickelbackthatassup:

you havent seen anger until youve seen me being forced to write mrs bieber on a cup for some white girl ordering a vanilla bean frap i hate my job

bilesbilllinski:

mydogsnokes:

i miss when i was like 12 and it would be the night before a big field trip or something and i couldnt go to sleep because i was so excited. i miss being so into a book that i would stay up past my bed time reading it. everything seems so bland or something idk. i’m only 19 and everything is so tiring. i miss wanting to be awake

me  
Rio De Janeiro Prepares For The World Cup.

yomikoda:

Derek Hale Appreciation Day !

The Pack makes Derek take some time for himself and just relax. (^∀^)

kisedbyfire:

Emma Stone for Vogue

makepieswakethedead:

Here is what they don’t tell you:

Icarus laughed as he fell.
Threw his head back and
yelled into the winds,
arms spread wide,
teeth bared to the world.

(There is a bitter triumph
in crashing when you should be
soaring.)

The wax scorched his skin,
ran blazing trails down his back,
his thighs, his ankles, his feet.
Feathers floated like prayers
past his fingers,
close enough to snatch back.
Death breathed burning kisses
against his shoulders,
where the wings joined the harness.
The sun painted everything
in shades of gold.

(There is a certain beauty
in setting the world on fire
and watching from the centre
of the flames.)

SH