The Blood On My Teeth Begins To Taste Like A Poem, Like Religion, Like The Way You Look At Me.

you know I couldn’t be a cowboy because I’d be stuck with my partner in the dead cold prairie night and our horses would be tied up and we’d be huddlin around a crudely made fire because it was too far to go back to the ranch and he’d play the sweetest song on his harmonica, the kind that you felt in your bones and your heart and that the hymns had nothin on, and then he’d finish and we’d both lean in a little too close and my hand would be on his bandanna and his whiskey-breath would be hot on my lips and I’d realize that maybe it wasn’t the touch of a woman i’d been hankerin for

do you ever get emotional bc kevin promised andrew he’d find him something to build his life around and it was literally neil

reblog if u think adam’s gonna become a tree in trk

sometimes you just.. fuck a demon. have a one-night stand w/ an age-old malevolent entity. maybe even sometimes that blossoms into more. life's just like that, occasionally. like that's just how it is

»we change each other« by shilpa gupta (+)

literally do not ever think about ronan who hasn’t laughed truly in years giggling against adam parrish’s lips i repeat do Not 

ALL FOR THE GAME MOODBOARDS → DAN WILDS

“we’ve lost enough, don’t you think? it’s time to win.”

the carbon in your body was once in a star. a celestial being died so that you could be here today. the universe believes in you and so do i

Ask any woman & she’ll tell you why Eve bit / into that apple. Why she chose the universe instead / of you.

Topaz Winters, from “Witch in Red,” published in heather press (via lifeinpoetry)