Staring at the bottom of your glass
Hoping one day you’ll make a dream last
But dreams come slow and they go so fast.
tags: the vampire diaries + oh my baby + feelings +
Don’t kiss me during the fireworks. Kiss me after and give everyone else something to look at once chaos has passed. Don’t kiss me when you don’t know what else to say, kiss me when that’s all that needs to be said. Don’t kiss me at all the right times, kiss me mid sentence because my lips were moving, and you were jealous of the air because they weren’t moving on yours. Don’t read up on old fairy tales I don’t want a fairy tale. I want real and in the moment. So kiss me when you’re up in flames and about to burst. Kiss me when the tears are doing all the work. Kiss me hard and kiss me good.
tags: feelings +
I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible and when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.
—(via saunterdown)

(Source: thingskeptaway)

tags: feelings +

(Source: delena-is-my-life)

tags: the vampire diaries + feelings +
tags: hemlock grove + I love you +

The caul indicates that the child would be destined for greatness.

tags: hemlock grove +
Oh, brother darling.
Oh, brother dearest.
The two of you were children once.
You used to tell her that the sun
lived in her hair, that she
was every morning you woke up happy.
When you grew your fangs,
the first thing you did was suck the marrow
from that golden sun, then she followed you to the river
and watched you bury your baby teeth
while everything burned like an ending.
If you still love her, it is not in a way
that she can forgive.
There is blood on the walls of your
home and she is still the little girl
who would help you put it there.
There is blood in your mouth and it is
not yours,
but everything tastes the same
when she is looking at you like that, anyway.
She has always been yours
because she never got the
chance to be anything else,
so you hold her close like a blade
to the chest, and hope that she knows why.
If you hadn’t eaten your heart,
it would have broken at the sight
of her, all golden and shining,
with eyes so alive that you
wished you could crawl inside of them.
Brother, darling,
You are not forgiven.
Brother, dearest,
You are always forgiven.
You never tell her that the sun
is still in her hair.
She forgets your hands and
how to hold them, so you don’t
Instead, you stick a dagger in her chest
and call it love.
Instead, you stick a dagger in her chest,
and she believes you.
—Oh brother dearest | Caitlyn Siehl  (via rhaegartargaryan)
tags: feelings +
tags: feelings +
a void in my chest was beginning to fill with anger. quiet, defeated anger that guaranteed me the right to my hurt, that believed no one could possibly understand that hurt.

(Source: podalecki)

tags: sam +



tags: wincest +