Icarus, my dear
Your story is most charming
When sung to hungry ears
Of those drowning
In their own tears.

But if you were to tell your story
To the poets again
Would you heed caution
And fly low,
Or soar closer to the sun?

Knowing you will fall
Would you try harder
For it all?
Is it worth it for the light?
Could you twice sacrifice the flight?

Or would you dip into the ocean,
Visit mermaids,
And Poseidon? You may find
That the water god is kinder
Than the sun.

—To the Boy Who Wanted to Taste the Sun - a.m (via wefragilehumans)
Oh? And where were you twenty years ago, ten years ago? Where were you when I was new? When I was one of those innocent, young maidens you always come to? How dare you, how dare you come to me now, when I am this?
I am helpless as the sea at the end of her string.
I am restless. Restless and useless. I, too, create corpses. —Sylvia Plath, from Three Women  (via aryafromwinterfell)
I was afraid but
that is the beauty of past
tense. It’s over now. —Amanda Helm, Haikus (30)




okay, I lied. I don’t have my license to kill, but I do have my learner’s permit. as soon as my mom gets here, you’re toast.

No. They’re disgusting. And they’re evil.
They’re like me. Are you going to shoot me as well?


Natasha, Barton’s been compromised.


Harry Potter Meme: [1/1] houses - Slytherin

"Or perhaps in Slytherin,
You’ll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means,
To achieve their ends.”