“Tell me. What is love like?” she whispers to him under the stars. He stares off before the words fell from his lips like embers. “Love. It’s like fire. It’s so beautiful to look at. It is wonderful to make and have… but if you aren’t careful it, then it will burn you. It will engulf your soul and leave nothing but dark ashes behind. Love is both a warm fire on a cold night and a terrifying wildfire when exploring. Beautiful from afar, but a horror when too close. I guess, simply put, love is something that with just enough distance could keep you warm and alive through the darkest winters in your life.” His voice drifted off into the darkness and she knew he hadn’t kept enough distance before. His dark eyes were ashes of a burning love. He had been burnt.
Excerpts from a book I’ll never write #55 (via perfectyoungloveblog)
Adam Ellis is either a genius horror storyteller or in grave, grave danger.
“Don’t listen to them, please. Try and shut them out. They’re not real, this isn’t real.”
“Are you even listening to me?”
“Where are your pants?”
“I laugh because I hurt inside.”
“Please refrain from shooting her, we need her for later.”
“You look like an open autopsy.”
“That’s french for ‘go away’.“
“You know, I would help, but making fun of you is so much more satisfying.”
“No, you silly goose, it’s magic!”
“Put me down!”
“How much did someone pay you to wear that?!”
“What did you just do?!”
“Stop filming me, moron!”
“It was all me, by the way.”
“Look at this, ACTION ROLL! They’ll never see it coming!”
“You know ‘give me a warning’ means let me know BEFORE they come in here!”
“I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m not.”
“I may have mildly panicked…”
“Ooo, that must’ve hurt!”
“I am very, very bad under pressure!”
“Shut up, it’s fine, just chill, we’re fine, I’m fine, everything is cool, everything is good! We’re chill, nothing is happening and I am not freaking out, not at all, we’re FINE.””
“Now, not to be forward, but I love you.”
“I’m 72 different flavors of done with you.”
“Hey, on the ground there it says you’re a gullible shit.”
“It’s do or die, most likely die.”
“No it’s ‘Protect and Serve’ not ‘Get Rekt and Swerve’.”
“You make me smile.”
“Liam Neeson would do it.”
“Jail can’t stop me.”
“It’s four o'clock, don’t you think you should fuck off?”
“I remain confused.”
“As the wise Scooby Doo said; “Ruh Roh”.”
“I don’t know about you guys, but I feel fabulous.”
“Can someone shoot him?”
“Well this isn’t at all like High School Musical.“
“Quick, blend in!”
“At the moment, it seemed like a good plan, obviously it was not.”
“Well obviously nothing is going on here!”
“Can I help you?”
“Don’t be intimidated by my bloody and battered figure.”
“Is your name Bob? You look like a Bob.”
“KILL ME! KILL ME IN THE EYES!”
“Well that was unsettling.”
“Don’t judge me, but I may have murdered someone.”
“Why is there a picture of Steve Buscemi in your bathroom?!”
“My budget is 5 dollars, what are your recommendations?”
Person A: “Will you ever go to bed at a normal hour?” Person B: “Will you ever kiss me?” Person A: “What?” Person B: “What?”
When you’re little, night time is scary because there’s monsters hiding right under the bed. When you get older, the monsters are different: self doubt, loneliness, regret and though you may be older and wiser, you still find yourself afraid of the dark.
Meredith Grey (via greysstillslays)
“When we first met, you and I, you asked me a question,” he said. “Yes, I did,” she replied with a slight smirk appearing on her face. “We were at a party. I was throwing up in the bathroom and you stumbled in, drunk and quite crazy looking. You asked me what the point of it all was. You said everything hurt. That everything always got messed up, and it was usually your fault. You were crying, hard, and you looked at me and asked me what the point was. And I didn’t know what to say, because I didn’t know. I still don’t know.” She let out a small laugh and bumped his leg with her knee. She took a deep breath and spoke. “You see, when we first met, I was heartbroken. I just got dumped, my mom hated me, I thought I had no one. I didn’t see the point of living, of doing anything anymore,” she told him quietly. “Well what about now?” he questioned. “Well now,” she spoke again, louder this time, “now I’m happy. I have you, my best friend. My mom doesn’t hate me. I haven’t fucked anything up in a while. But it won’t stay like this forever. Because I’m going to mess up again and you’ll hate me and I’ll hate you and then we’ll love each other. Maybe we’ll end up together in the long run or maybe I’ll end up wishing you would drop off of the planet. What I’m trying to say is, nothing is permanent. You won’t be happy forever but you also won’t be sad forever. Things are always changing, and you can’t stop them from doing so. The point is, that there is no point. So live however the hell you want to. We’re all destined to the same inevitable ending.”
- An excerpt from a book I’ll never write #8 (via thisvastlove)
Have u ever looked at someone and hope they stay in your life forever
“You’re the one who wanted this in blood and fire and violence,” they said. “You don’t get to come to me now and beg for peace because you’ve realised that I am better at war than you are.” They turned away. “You wanted to play this game - now you can lose it.”