II. III. IV. V.

0% sad indie music and 50% caffeine. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness.

HIATUS

"There’s that word again. Need. I need you. I need you to need me. How nauseating, to need another human being, as if their heart is in your throat. Love isn’t about need. Don’t romanticize the notion of desperation. Let me let you in on a secret: you don’t need me and I don’t need you. We can get through life just fine without each other. Love is not wanting to. We want each other, we want skin and hands and all our daily scars. We want intoxication and art museums and intertwined limbs. We want ferocity in our lips and tracing slow, small circles on our stomachs. I don’t need you in my life, but goddamn I want you in it."

fideliant:

_{what a life those gentlemen lead.}

deadhpool:

^{himym + star wars references (part one)}

"In one timeline we kiss but the stars don’t come down. In another you set a world on fire for me but I perish in the flames. Another and we’re strangers on a busy street, brushing by close enough to send each other reeling off balance but not stopping. Somewhere there’s a final space where your hand on my face is the punchy climax to an epic saga, where the way our mouths meet takes the breath right out of people’s throats. One universe has us right, of all the millions stacked on millions. So it’s not this one. I can live with that. The world is full of wonders and a hundred years ago the moon was too much to dream of touching. Look how far we’ve come. Turn over your shoulder and just look. Maybe we’ll come across each other at the turning of the century, racing across the breaches between worlds. I’ll build my life on that maybe."

breathtakingqueens:

Daisy Ridley by Kat Irlin for The New York Times (December 2015)

queenofbadlands:

“I am constantly growing, constantly evolving, and all the same as a lot of my fans I’m still trying to figure out myself as well.”