"I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin."
Jenna. 18. Wisconsin. Acting Major.
|october 31st:||SPOOOOOOKKKKKY!!!!!!!!!!! buy candy and scaaaary costumes here!!!|
|november 1st:||JUST HEAR THOSE SLEIGH BELLS JINGLING RING TING TINGLING TOOOOOO|
I love how she almost drops it until she smells it and that flashbulb memory hits.
“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real … Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”
literally all i want is to fall asleep on someone
i’m very tired and i want to lay my head on someone’s stomach and have them run their fingers through my hair and sleep
Pompeii (Cinematic Version) - Bastille (accompanied by a twenty-piece string orchestra) (x)
HIS VOICE. WHAT IS HAPPENING.
There is no such thing as a bad dog. Only bad people.