(Source: disasterology13, via n0truth)

I’ve heard a great deal about you, Fa Mulan. You stole your father’s armor, ran away from home, impersonated a soldier, deceived your commanding officer, dishonored the Chinese Army, destroyed my palace, and… you have saved us all.

(Source: caryjojifukunaga, via undercoveroperation)

cruelings:

here’s one of my writings

(via n0truth)

ayearofhibernation:

skandolous:

Ink Calendar designed by Oscar Diaz. The ink will slowly color each day of the month as time passes by.

literally the coolest fucking thing i’ve ever seen.

EVER.

(via hauolialoha)

aitebruhchill:

you ain’t really fuck with me way back then girl how bout now? 

(via ficardourada)

"Call your mother. Tell her you love her. Remember you’re the only person who knows what her heart sounds like from the inside."

wow this made me sad.  (via bl-ossomed)

This made me tear up

(via wisco-wolf)

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It’s too dangerous here. We’ll take care of the enemy. Please run as far as you can!

(via helovedherfirst)

"He expected me to light up his midnight,
he expected me to hold onto him with buttery
fingertips and broken wrists. He expected me
to stare at the sky and rip out every star I’ve
wished on. He expected me to love him, but
god, love? How can I love? I can’t even love
this body I’m in, I can’t love the soul that’s
scratching against my bones, begging me to
break. I can’t love my father who’s crushed my
trust by drinking out of his beer bottle, I can’t
love my mother who put out cigarettes on my
finger paintings. I can’t love the boy I call a
brother after he mocked me with red markers
against wrists. I can’t love the sister I’ve never
had, the friends I’ve never met. The word love
to me was just a word, and isn’t it suppose
to be a feeling?"

i.c. // "I can’t love,
I don’t know love.” (via delicatepoetry)

(via caramelcoatedxxxtacy)

saudibeentrill:

悲しい男の子

(Source: probably-baked, via -keron)

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