They Say Love Is Salvation.

Chronic petname user Jayce vs Vik who only says his name (and a couple terms of endearment from his mother tongue)

How long does someone have to be dead before it’s considered archeology instead of grave robbing?

Paint the town blue Riots all around you

Thirty love letters? That’s...wow. Whoever they’re for must’ve lit up something rare in you. Kinda makes me wonder what it’d be like to be written about like that

I didn’t write them because I was full of love. I wrote them because I was starving for it. Because I kept trying to turn pain into poetry and it still tasted like blood in the end.

Each letter is a small funeral, a small place to bury a dream that never got to live. I wrote to hands that never reached back. To eyes that never looked at me like I mattered, to ghosts that haunt the shape of love but never stay long enough to be real.

I wrote them because no one told me how quiet heartbreak could be, how it doesn’t always scream, how sometimes it just sits next to you like a tired friend and watches you rot from the inside out. They were just things I needed to say before they drowned me.

Things like:

I miss you even though there was never a you.

I love you even though no one ever stayed long enough to be loved.

Don’t go even though they already did.

I wrote thirty love letters and someday, someone will find them and pretend they were about them but I’ll know the truth.

They were for the hollowness, for the version of me that begged for someone to stay and learned that no one does.

Oh it would truly destroy Lauren if Kieran is the one Neyra says is dead (in the cave). If it is Kieran, it would obviously be a faked-death scenario, but that’s just as bad for Lauren—the last ten years of her life she’s been obsessing over the death of her best friend and trying to figure out what happened, knowing in her gut something was off and that he may have lived, but not being able to prove it and unbelieved by all. For that to repeat itself would wreck her—I think I’d lose my mind if I were her

all timelines or whatever

reblog if ur lgbt and have a bad eyesight

trying to prove a point to my oculist

If William Shakespeare knew what neopronouns were he’d be unstoppable

While putting your favorite condiment on a sandwich, you accidentally make a magical occult symbol and summon a demon.