goldkarat:

doing risky shit because you lowkey wanna die

(Source: sexanax, via moonhowled)

She, from head to toe, inside out, is made of love. She is gentle and kind, yet so full of courage and strength to fight for herself and those around her.

Lukas W.

// The love in her (via everyvictory)

(via angeliciced-deactivated20170801)

(Source: puthas, via )

* followingmarch.

_{“     maybe     you’d     attract     more      guests     if     you     served     a     continental     breakfast     .     ”          shadows     dance     over     his     eyelids     ,          a      product     of     a     lack     of     sleep     .          he     mopes     over     his     freshly     made    pineapple     pizza     ,         which      is     a     sensory     overload     at     barely     nine     a.m.           “     i’m        sick      of     takeout     and     fastfood     .     ”          @diorbled·.}

                                               ^{stilettos   stop   in   their   path   back   ‘round   the   bar,   the   crunching   of   geometric   carpet   beneath   their   heels   halting,   at   john’s   suggestion,   &   they   pivot   in   a   slow   motion   to   look   at   mr.   lowe   &   his   pineapple   pizza.   forehead   creases   in   a   lackadaisical    expression,   fit   with   the   haughtiness   of   pursed,   cherry   lips.       ❝          ––   the   cortez   offers   room   service,   you   know.          ❞}

(via followingmarch-deactivated20190)

Soft and kind hearted people are not fools. They know what people did to them, but they forgive again and again, because they have beautiful hearts.

(Source: wnq-anonymous.com, via timcurrry)

(Source: pluhi, via )

* fullcfrage.

^{comfort   was   a   foreign   object,   shared   with   him   from   her   and   a   gift   he   didn’t   deserve…   tristan   was   lucky   to   have   her   and   good   fortune   is   easily   recognized   daily   when   he’s   with   her,   even   at   times   like   so.   glancing   briefly   over   upon   her   request,   continued   silence   was   given   instead.}

^{and   then,   a   spark   of   hope   flared   as   he   extended   a   hand,   resting   it   carefully   over   the   curve   of   her   own.         ❛           you   love   me…   right?           ❜         worry   strayed   heavily   into   his   tone.}

                                     ^{upon   tristan’s   hand   coming   to   cover   her   own,   immediately,   her   digits   move   to   tightly   grasp   his   palm.   that   question   graces   her   ears   &   mute   shock   traverses   up   her   spine   :   confusion   furrowing   features.}

                                      ^{❝          of   course   i   do   ––   i   love   you,   tristan.         ❞        sincerity   in   such   a   reassurement   comes   as   easily   as   the   breeze,   slipping   from   her   tongue   with   a   quiet   ease.   her   concern’s   appearance   grows   weightily,   evident   in   her   inching   closer   to   the   younger   &   her   worried   gaze   never   once   leaving   tristan’s.   the   encouragement   she   offers   for   him   to   continue,   to   tell   her   what’s   upset   him   so,   is   silent,   but   it’s   expressed   thoroughly   on   delicately   twisted   features.}

(via fullcfrage)

* sapphicwinters.

                            _{“ just because it gives me the creeps, doesn’t mean i don’t find this place interesting.  it’s the perfect setting for my new book.  a hotel of HORRORS, if you will.  what a catch. “}  

                             ^{❝        mmm,        ❞        comes   the   reluctant   hum   of   a   response,   as   she   turns   her   back   to   tend   to   any   tidying   the   bar   requires.         ❝       ––   so,   you’re   an   author,   then  ?       ❞}

(Source: sapphicwinters-blog, via sapphicwinters-blog)

* patient02.

               ^{❛    ARE YOU SURE THIS IS OKAY ?    ❜    Eyes are downcast as she speaks ,  small hands running over sleek fabric that doesn’t belong to her. She’s a bit  uncomfortable  – this situation is new  &  she can’t shake the feeling she’s doing something she could get in trouble for –  but she won’t deny the woman’s attempt at kindness. Stray’s tattered  &  dirty clothes lie discarded on the floor  , forgotten as she turns to face Liz  , green eyes seeking approval   (    or criticism    ).}  

                             ^{❝        OF   COURSE   this   is   okay,   doll.       ❞      a   smile,   the   very   picture   of   patient   joy,   paints   her   complexion   into   a   reflection   of   the   small   bubble   of   pride   bursting   &   swelling   within   her   chiffon - concealed   chest.   she   rises   from   her   careful   perch   on   the   edge   of   her   duvet   as   the   younger   turns   to   liz   for   commendation   :   something   she   is   all   too   happy   to   gift.      ❝      oh,      ❞       a   gushing   of   an   exclamation   escapes   her,       ❝         you   look   gorgeous.   how   does   it   feel   on  ?         ❞}     

(via patient02-archived-deactivated2)

* recklessdevotion.

“………”

         “I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

                        ^{❝        don’t   play   COY,   donovan.   i   know   it   was   you.        ❞       cigarette   comes   away   from   rosy   tiers   in   a   puff   of   smoke   as   she   continues,   warning   &   musing.      ❝       ––    lying   will   get   you   nowhere.       ❞}

(Source: diorbled, via recklessdevotion)