Filled with water, but made of fire.

shane - 24/m/toronto.

i like women, monsters, and music.

ask?
It’s just so strange.
You used to love me,
and now you’re a stranger
who happens to know all
of my secrets.
Clementine von Radics  (via tuileries)

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philnoto:

Magik

tristamateer:

please
tell me which part of yourself
you hate the most
so I know exactly where to plant my lips
every time I see you

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uncommonjones:

The Conservatory by misterpulcri 
Amber Fort, Jaipur, India

uncommonjones:

The Conservatory by misterpulcri

Amber Fort, Jaipur, India

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“I just don’t understand what you see in her,” Sim said carefully. “I know she’s charming. Fascinating and all of that. But she seems rather,” he hesitated, “cruel.”
   I nodded. “She is.”
   Simmon watched me expectantly, finally said. “What? No defense for her?”
   “No. Cruel is a good word for her. But I think you are saying cruel and thinking something else. Denna is not wicked, or mean, or spiteful. She is cruel.”

[…]

   “Denna is a wild thing,” I explained. “Like a hind or a summer storm. If a storm blows down your house, or breaks a tree, you don’t say the storm was mean. It was cruel. It acted according to its nature and something unfortunately was hurt. The same is true of Denna.”

p710

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rpgmaker:

thatbatterisaspy:

hairandbeardkommando:

punks not dead

Heosemys spinosa is an endangered species. 

punks almost dead

rpgmaker:

thatbatterisaspy:

hairandbeardkommando:

punks not dead

Heosemys spinosa is an endangered species.

punks almost dead

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Being super Portuguese for Mother’s Day.

Being super Portuguese for Mother’s Day.

We smashed that ‘za and homemade soda.

We smashed that ‘za and homemade soda.

We talked through the long hours of the night. I spoke subtle circles around the way I felt, not wanting to be overbold. I thought she might be doing the same, but I could never be sure. The Name of the Wind, p483