oc mood boards

Into the water, let it pull him under Don't you lift him, let him drown alive

And all the gods in all the worlds, Began colliding on a backdrop of blue

I've got a cavern of secrets, none of them are for you Even if you wanted to keep them, where would you find the room? Let down my guard tonight ⁠— I just don't care anymore I've told a hundred lies, but I don't wanna tell you any at all

my Vampire, I can’t deny it anymore,  my heart’s been stolen...

you're very different, you are so rare  — some kind of witchcraft, is flying through the air

I don't need you I've got flooded out baguettes I don't need you All my diamonds dripping wet (Cartier)

there is a roadway, muddy and foxgloved, never I'd had life enough my heart is screaming out— and in a few days I would be there, love ever here that's lived in me is yours just as it was, just as it was, baby before the otherness came, and I knew its name

it's funny how you always remember, and we've both done it all a hundred times before. — it's funny how I still forgot. it would be a hundred times easier, if we were young again. but as it is, and it is — we're just two slow dancers, last ones out.

Be afraid of the lame, — they'll inherit your legs Be afraid of the old, — they'll inherit your souls Be afraid of the cold, — they'll inherit your blood Après moi le déluge — after me comes the flood

there's a part of me that's desperate for changes, tired of being treated like a pawn. but there's a part of me that stares back, from inside the mirror —  part of me that's scared I might be wrong, that I can't be strong.

🌟 Rory mood board 🌟

look at you, strawberry blonde, fields rolling on, I love it when you call my name— can you hear the bumblebees swarm? watching your arm, I love it when you look my way

He doesn't look a thing like Jesus, But he talks like a gentlemen — Like you imagined, when you were young

I'm feeling devious — You're looking glamorous Let's get mischievous — And polyamorous

my friend makes rings, she swirls and sings ⁠— she's a mystic in the sense that she's still mystified by things

your world needs a great defender, your world's in the way of harm you want a romantic life — a fairytale that's full of charm

I wanna be a bottle blonde I don't know why but I feel conned

Every life is filled with passing moments, like the seasons change, they come and go. But this is infinite  ⁠— Nothing, even death, could separate our souls