#cursedshard

ur royal meme. ur memeliness. queen of memes.

i see a post and im like. ohmygod i have to shOW HER ive nver talked to her before but i HAVE TO. u truly are the meme queen

is it weird that every time i see a mmm whatcha say post on tumblr i automatically think of u

                        Much like the way a child's eyes would widen in a pâtisserie,                              so  did  pale  emerald  optics as they gazed upon the face of                              the  magnificent  steed  before him. Very frequently would he                              pass  the time in the stables of his home city with the horses,                              their  gentle  presences  providing  him  with  an  odd  sort of                              comfort.  It was no wonder, then, that his first instinct was to                              reach  out and pet the creature, though  he kept his hands to                              himself.  This  was  not his horse, nor one of the horses from                              the  stables  ⎯  and  although  the urge to display affection to                              it  was  potent, he knew better than to touch animals without                              the rightful owner's permission.                                   ❛ Wow... ❜  he whispered in awe. ❛ Is this your horse? ❜

Send me ⊙ for a 5 song soundtrack to describe our muses together.

Devil’s Backbone - The Civil Wars

Don’t care if he’s guilty, don’t care if he’s notHe’s good and he’s bad and he’s all that I’ve gotOh Lord, Oh Lord, I’m begging you pleaseDon’t take that sinner from meOh don’t take that sinner from me 

Dangerous Game - Jekyll and Hyde

It’s a sin with no name,Like a hand in a flame And our senses proclaimIt’s a dangerous game

Explosions - Ellie Goulding

You left my soul bleeding in the darkSo you could be kingThe rules you set are still untold to me and ILost my faith in everything

Take Me To Church - Hozier

Take me to churchI’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your liesI’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knifeOffer me that deathless deathGood God, let me give you my life

Wicked Game - Gemma Hayes

cursedshard

              Do not call him a rat, do NO T call him a rat.                       I mean he looks like one, but don't call                       him that. He seems kinda sensitive.                                               ❝You look like a rat.❞                                God dammit.

Always the same.

It was always. the. same.

First the pointing. Every single flaw, every little mistake remembered and pressed until the yelling and the pushing started. Vases would fall out of their surfaces and crash in the ground, tables would support the forces of hands hitting not once but severals times as their arguments flew from one side to the other of it. There were never tears, of course. None of them would show the single sign of vulnerabilty as an estrategy to win, as if battles in a declared war were the foundations of their relationship.

That’s why she didn’t understood what had happened until it was over.

She saw him getting closer but she didn’t got scared. No, of course not. Not even the Gods themselves could manage to threaten her nor will a mere mortal whose life could hang on the tip of one of her fingers. But when he took her shoulder and she got prepared to strike back the last thing she imagined was of course to meet his lips upon hers with a strength she discovered she was missing.