fallenthroughtheair:

Yes he has!

cassieliss:

She woke up to the sound of the storm that was beginning to brew outside her window, alone and distorted nothing else made sense. The trees were rustling for sleep but constantly failing at it and the windows clashed with a fierce thud, was this all but an illusion? She held the codex hugged between her arms as if she had awakened with it from her dream, it too was rugged and old.

The smell of her freshly painted hair let out a poisonous aroma of herbs and peroxide, slowly numbing her back to sleep. She constantly made an effort to keep her eyes from shutting; she had waited too long for this moment and if she missed the opportunity she might as well have missed her chance to escape.

weeee, finally got it!!!!!

carcrashmyheart:

MY DAY? you mean my life…

Im sitting in my living room with my laptop on, its 9:53 and i get in at work at 10…but the tickets from 30 seconds to mars go on sale. Im sooo gonna get late.

I know, tickets begin to be sold tuesday, my life is complete. Teehee ^^

mandolinaes:

@jaredleto There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.

HQ