tools of destruction

Why so you can look up my natal chart? So you can figure out my weaknesses? So you can destroy me?

the first of a couple of ghibli prints i’m gonna have at smash in sydney this july! chihiro and haku from spirited away, aka the embodiment of all my childhood animal/spirit/dragon companion fantasies 

remake the world.

Dare Me, Megan Abbott

(via instortveilig)

boxer braids CORNROWS

It’s ambiguous. Not a girlfriend, but not just a friend. I don’t own you or anything. It just lies somewhere between those two.

What a beautiful way to end today~ / ig: @skyghst /

I have a theory. Hating someone feels disturbingly similar to being in love with them. I’ve had a lot of time to compare love and hate, and these are my observations. Love and hate are visceral. Your stomach twists at the thought of that person. The heart in your chest beats heavy and bright, nearly visible through your flesh and clothes. Your appetite and sleep are shredded. Every interaction spikes your blood with adrenaline, and you’re in the brink of fight or flight. Your body is barely under your control. You’re consumed, and it scares you.

.. I love spending time with Daisy, and to hear that she loves me back floods me with warmth.

we were like gods at the dawning of the world, and our joy was so bright we could see nothing else but the other.

Will you please tell me you love me? I’m dying here.

She wanted it to raise the seas, take hold of every slaving ship, shatter their masts, and smash their hulls against unforgiving shores. I want to call that storm, she thought.