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pretty votdt things (1/28) ➤ king’s college gatehouse

Narnia characters ~ Flower symbolism 

narnia week, day four:

favorite book ─ the magician’s nephew (1955).

as normal, { my spotify } 

LET’S START THE NEW YEAR! (new years 2017 -> 2018)

we all put in headphones as we walk down city streets and pretend we’re in music videos, don’t deny it, it’s a wondrous feeling 

you know that feeling when the car is moving but you don't really feel like you are? or when the music is playing in the background of a party and you're there, watching, but it feels a little... off?

war isn’t always war cries and battlefields; sometimes it is nothing more than a conversation, a decision, and a blood chilling result... be careful if you start one with me

little loves of mine... the butterflies of music. 

someplace between sad and glad, longing and lonely... just let the bathwater wash it away

sometimes we just need a boost, a little jump start to get us through the day, hopefully this helps you as much as me

i don’t drink coffee, yet i named my indie playlist ‘black coffee”, what does that say about me???

nights alone aren’t always lonely, sometimes they’re immensely calming 

man, give someone an electric guitar and let them expressed an emotion other people won't admit they understand, and apparently they become possessed in people's eyes

we are young, and our lives are a rollercoaster- high and low and everything in between

love songs picked out by a girl who’s never had a romantic encounter in her life; you’re welcome

Acoustics to go with the s'mores

Gang Leaders AU

Peter, see, he’s the boss. Looks quiet enough. Some thought he looked like a kid. They were wrong. He wears gloves. Hides the twin lions tattooed on his palms. Everything goes though him, see? All the blood, all of their crimes and death sentences, it’s all on those hands. His heart is stone. And they listen to him. He don’t yell, no one’s ever heard him. But people listen when he speaks. They kill for him.

And Susan, oh, she’s a looker, ain’t she. Looks like she’d be a sweet thing. Dangerous though, like poison. She has a way of getting what she wants. And no one ever gets in her way. She’s got lions on her mouth of all places. Behind her lips. Say it’s like magic, lets her kisses get you drunk and spilling secrets. But that’s probably just her.

Then there's the dark one. Edmund. No one really knows what he looks like. You probably would’ve recognize him until he put a bullet though your skull at 20 paces. A shadow, he is. Mothers tell their children stories about him to get them to behave. Don’t go out at night, or he’ll get you. Don’t feel like a story when your neighbor says his brother was killed by a man with a lion over his heart.

Lucy, now she’s the tiny one. That’s where it fools ‘em, ain’t it. They laugh, then their voice cuts out because they’re on the floor, one swing of the crowbar all it takes. She’s the best muscle they’ve got, and that’s the facts. She’s got a lion at the hollow of her throat– right at the spot where her knife might land. Then she would wipe it clean, smile, and go to church to pray for your soul.