" you're like
the w a v e s
you break
as many times as
you build. "



indie allison.

Send “I can’t fix you; no one can.” for my character’s reaction.

The sharp knife of a short life, oh well
I’ve had just enough time

You die at seventeen

in your first love’s arms

and find it cruel that

in this world,

Shakespeare takes Juliet first

(x)

aseaofquotes:

Zoe Marriott, Shadows on the Moon

what’s that thing you say about threes?

niveusanimus:

d UDE IF OUR THREAD DOESN’T GO ENTIRELY AS PLANNED IT’S TOTALLY OKAY. IF YOU START WRITING AND YOU END UP WITH SOMETHING ELSE ENTIRELY AND YOU LIKE IT THEN BY ALL MEANS I’LL ROLL WITH IT. ALWAYS GO WITH THE FLOW MAN. LEADS YOU TO PLACES YOU WOULDN’T IMAGINE.


Tennis Court (Flume Remix)
Artist: Lorde
Album: Tennis Court (Flume Remix) - Single
21,970 plays

daughterstobeleaders:

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prxzrak:

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          he isn’t stupid. he understands
          the threat she poses, elbow
          raised and fingers poised on
          the string. the arrow stares
          menacingly at him, coaxing him
          to challenge it. but she isn’t a
          threat, and he keeps having to
          remind himself of such. this
          teenage girl in the woods is not
          his mission.

for now, he pockets the knife, sliding
it with ease back into its proper place
in his belt. but he continues to stand
resolute, stare hard and unrelenting.

          ❝ i’m on a mission.
          but it isn’t here.
          it’s in malibu. i’m
          here because i
          missed a rally point.
          i need directions
          to los angeles. ❞

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          it’s not over yet—-
          & though the glinting blade returns to captivity,
          the tension in her strong loosens only enough
          to offer up breathing room.
          there’s no trust;
          no ironclad bond—
          & it’s been forged to the inner rim of her skull
          to be far wiser than that.

          she’ll trust him
          when one of them is in the ground.
                              fair enough.

          & she relents to dig deeper;
          a mission is a mission.
          no questions asked.
          his business; not her own—
          as long as he took the storm in his torso
          away with his journey.
          & she lowers her hold.

                    ❞ you’ll never make it
                    there on foot.
                    it’s a long ways off. ❝

©LB