Sucking the marrow out of life doesn’t mean choking on the bone.
i stared into the abyss and the abyss got sicker
nietzsche all on his mouth like liquor
Photo by © Andrea Tomas Prato
thomas müller, lukas podolski, mats hummels, bastian schweinsteiger || brazuca
so my lovelies, i figured it was about time i finally did one of these! i’ve put this off for a long time because really, everyone i follow is so appreciated that i wasn’t sure i could manage to come up with a list. but, here we are. these are mostly mutual follows, so i won’t be bolding, but there are a few i admire from afar. whether we speak every day or once a year, you have my adoration! if you’re not on here, don’t take it too seriously, and to be honest i’ve probably missed some beloved people. i just wanted to throw some love out there to the people who make my dash such a quality place for me! you’re all tops. xx
a - j
adamakara / ainselelgort / andremuslupin / angelofverdun / asriels / aubrey-plaza / ayoades / bellemyblake / blueisthewarmestcolor / cavernsoftheirteeth / clarkegriffin / cohans / de-poitiers / dianevalois / doinels / dr-erland / fincherites / garysinises / gaymergirls / hazehlgraces / justmaryqueenofscots
k - p
kinslers / kriayukimura / lady-kenna / ladyaylee / ladygreer / ladykenna / laurakinneys / lauraroslins / lenakatinas / lolavalois / lxdykenna / maisiewilliams / makomori / manticoreimaginary / marestuart / moriartyadlers / ofhousepevensie / oktyabrina / oonachaplin / pegsolson / pevensigh
q - z
queerdoms / randaroyces / ravinreyes / rbyrnes / rosebyrnes / rowenaofthedurbervilles / s-eyfrieds / sailorplu / sebstanstears / shampainmami / stuart-valois / thirdeen / tobesregbo / toraks / tracylord / turnerings / zrinkacvitesic
"As we turn the corner, the local bakery is getting its powdered sugar delivered, funneled into the cellar by the barrelful as if it were cement, and we can see nothing but the shadows of the deliverymen in the white, sweet cloud. The street is billowing, and Nick pulls me close and smiles that smile again, and he takes a single lock of my hair between two ﬁngers and runs them all the way to the end, tugging twice, like he’s ringing a bell. His eyelashes are trimmed with powder, and before he leans in, he brushes the sugar from my lips so he can taste me." — Gone Girl, Gillian Flynn.