No No God Please Can We Talk About How Maddy/tara Finds Her Heart. Their Hearts. Locked Away And Still

i love tragedy.

i love when a story is sworn to end horribly, no happy endings. it’s fated to fail, and everyone within it will either be dead or go mad or lose everything they love and then some. if only orpheus hadn’t turned back. if only achilles would have listened to patroclus. if only romeo had received the second letter. if only they weren’t all doomed right from the start.

but they’d do it anyway, every single time. to continue to go on knowing something will end in pain is the epitome of love.

if we didn’t love so much, there would be no tragedy. if we don’t accept tragedy, there would be no love at all.

dare I say Shauna x Melissa is my favorite Yellowjackets ships??????

here's the thing. whenever u say "eat the rich" the rich automatically make a sad lil face :( :( :( and go "well that's not very nice. what if we turned around and said eat the poor, huh? that wouldn't make you feel very good, would it?" which is. an insane statement to make. because baby, honey, sweetheart. you are eating the poor. every goddamn day you are eating the poor. and worst of all. you aren't even fucking hungry.

They need to hold hands and live happily ever after (they’re both gonna end up falling deeper and deeper into a cult to justify the horrific crimes they’ve committed and the inescapable guilt of surviving)

Travis and Akilah need to unionize

Prophets Are Only Useful If They Prophecise - K.Blair - in response to @patronsaintofmonsters prompt ‘monster prophets’ 

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐈 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟; 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞."

- Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

soft in the middle, shelby eileen // 14 lines from love letters or suicide notes, david “doc” luben

the two most horribile people you know deserve each other.

tumblr user @/inkskinned / i want you to know that i'm awake/i hope that you're asleep, car seat headrest / familiarity breeds contempt, google / no children, the mountain goats / tumblr user @/willowcrowned

penelope really said how dare you imagine a world where i don't love you. how fucking dare you. every day that you are not here is torture to me. every moment spent without you is like missing a piece of myself. how. fucking. dare you. pick up our immovable fucking wedding bed until you learn some respect