waking up everyday is just like. good morning sun. good morning sky. good morning evergrowing festering pit of primordial rage inside of me. good morning birds

girls who learned all their vocab from books and are now constantly embarrassing themselves by pronouncing words slightly wrong in conversation

romans desire to please his dad and be fucking loved and appreciated for everything he does, because EVERYTHING he does IS for his dad, has been shattered. ended. irreversibly so. "dad.. why?"- "i don't know, love?"- "....please."- he tried so hard. he tried so hard to win him over even though his siblings were ready with the shotgun. he was so desperate. hes always been desperate. and logan knows that. he kicks and kicks and still knows that the dog will come running back. not this time. this time his siblings are beside him. he knows hes not alone anymore. but he still has to recover from the fucking trauma this has caused. not to mention gerri. i cant imagine the betrayal and confusion he must have felt walking into that room. gerri on the couch. even in her face, there was guilt. but not enough for her to put him above her own interests. he was on the floor, begging at her feet for her to stop this. to join them. he has to accept that the two people he cared most about in this world have left him. he thought he could trust her. he loved her in his own fucked up way. she understood him. he was always a freak and a sicko, but when she said it she didnt mean it the way logan did. theres no coming back from this. hes never coming back from this. im never coming back from this

kendall roy’s silence on one directions entire discography is deafening