No one knew his name to curse or extol, so I spoke it softly, beneath my breath.

“Aleksander,” I whispered. A boy’s name, given up. Almost forgotten.

“The naked female body is treated so weirdly in society. It’s like people are constantly begging to see it, but once they do, someone’s a hoe.”
- Lena Horne (via paarasytes)

just added the xkit extension i feel like i was so behind my dashboard was like a something out of the jurassic period 


 ♔ MYTHS, LEGENDS AND FOLKLORE » S I R E N S
They’ll love her before they see her. An angels voice carrying along the waves, calling sailors and travellers alike to their final slumber.  Hunting for sport and leaving her victims to watery graves. Such wicked beauty, such wicked words… Such sweet delight. Closer now, darling. Closer still. You’ve nothing left to be afraid of now. 

  MYTHS, LEGENDS AND FOLKLORE » S I R E N S

They’ll love her before they see her. An angels voice carrying along the waves, calling sailors and travellers alike to their final slumber.  Hunting for sport and leaving her victims to watery graves. Such wicked beauty, such wicked words… Such sweet delight. Closer now, darling. Closer still. You’ve nothing left to be afraid of now. 

sexgodroyals:

phff-myheroine:

People Magazine is finally catching on to what we all knew.

"Hottest Bachelor of 2034" Keep your fingers crossed baby ladies!

sexgodroyals:

phff-myheroine:

People Magazine is finally catching on to what we all knew.

"Hottest Bachelor of 2034" Keep your fingers crossed baby ladies!

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Get Back to Hogwarts
Darren Criss, Joey Richter, Bonnie Grueson, Devin Lytle, Lily Marks, Sango Tajima, Tyler Brunsman, Lauren Lopez, Dylan Saunders, Ensemble · A Very Potter Musical Soundtrack
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back to witches and wizards, and magical beasts,

to goblins and ghosts and to magical feasts 

it’s all that I love and it’s all that I need,

at hogwarts, hogwarts, I think I’m going back 

happy september first! 

will have to play this on september 1st.

“This isn’t right,” he said, and in his voice I heard desperation, a new and unfamiliar anguish. His fingers skimmed my neck, cupped my face. I felt no surge of surety. No light stirred within me to answer his call. His grey eyes searched mine—confused, nearly frightened.

"You were meant to be like me. You were meant.. You’re nothing now.” 

He dropped his hands. I saw the realization strike him.

He was truly alone, and he always would be.