He Wears His Smile Like A Pocketknife, Ready For The Kill

This new calm was becoming unsettling.

i’m pb&j - petty, bitter and jealous

the problem is, i want legendary kings who blaze then burn carved into my skin so i look like an illuminated manuscript, gilded and tearing at the edges. so i look medieval and cathedral and regal. but the problem is, the world is too small now for kings who find swords in lakes, for knights who coruscate in the sunlight, for wizards whose lovers trap them in trees. and the problem is, i don’t know what to do with all that leftover glory. it wants to make a crown out of my skull.

shout out to everyone who was forced to internalize all their emotions growing up and now have a constant underlying anger that colors every part of their lives bc they never got to learn how to process their feelings

he’s the perfect mix of foolish daydreams starring bad boys with twisted smiles and wicked laughs and old-style shotguns and nectar-burnt lungs

thoughts #357 | r.m (via rmeisel)

A REQUIEM FOR THE X-MEN: Warren Worthington III

Antichrist by The 1975

[Dark academia voice]: I’m majoring in bastard and minoring in wearing tweed