wanders in

Being told what to do is great because then you know what to do

Reblog if you write fic and people can inbox you random-ass questions about your stories, itemized number lists be damned.

but i wanna have FUN! i wanna get HIGH! i wanna get DRUNK! i wanna do DRUGS! i wanna make LOVE! i wanna get FUCKED!

At the dawn of time there was only the two: Nahadol and Itempas, dark and light, chaos and control, freedom and discipline, plenty and want, indolence and opposition, nothing and everything, and they loved and hated each other and fought and fucked for an eternity

I can’t believe when Jean Moreau was 14 he threw his hair into a messy bun and went downstairs just to realize his parents sold him to One Direction to pay their debts ..

The most basic, intractable fact about mental illnesses is that you simply cannot willpower your way out of them. The only exceptions to this rule are the ones I have, which continue to disable me due to lack of determination and other grave personal flaws

Turning the cuck chair around backwards to show I'm not like your other, boring cuckolds

*youth pastor voice* you know who else got nailed while all his friends watched? that's right,

“Can you pay?” I asked. Of course she could. Her shoes were worth more than my rent. She could pay. “I can pay,” she said. Her eyes were wet. I wondered if anything else was wet. Probably not. I am not handsome. Not since the war. She was looking at my scar. Lots of people do. Most look away. Not her. She did not look away. She looked at my scar and I looked at her legs. There were two of them. I liked that about her. I liked that a whole lot. “Will there be danger?” I asked. There always is. This city bleeds danger, then drinks it right back up again.

I constantly think about ronan and kavinsky in The Dream Thieves because genuinely what the fuck did they have going on

i dont think we talk enough about kavinsky putting a molotov cocktail in ronan's hand and telling him "it's a bomb, like you"