dangerous

moving over here for those who care

moving over here for those who care

they crashed and burned from the skies to the streets, tail-spinning collateral from a war beyond our understanding. they are the outcasts, the guardians, the watchers among us. holy fire burns behind their eyes and in place of hearts, yet for all their flames, they yearn for nothing more than home. do not mistake them for soft—“gentle” is relative, and theirs is a jealous god. 

in the morning: Whatever I Am Great

*goes home and cries*

[ text ] you look really handsome today.[ text ] please don’t kill anyone nice while you’re at work :) <3

Send ✘ for a hateful text

❝ that probably sounded nicer in your head. ❞

             ❝ it didn't. sorry, pumpkin, but i'm not nice. ❞ 

❝ i can handle myself, ab. i’m not made of glass, y’know. ❞

     ❝ still, ❞ he gets out of the tub. ❝ you're porcelain to me. ❞

     ❝ please. stop. lying. it is. kind of. pathetic. ❞

       ❝ if i stop lying will you stop staring at my neck. ❞