I'm Poleena. 20. Art History Major. Prone to over-identifying with fictional characters.

ed-pool:

"I want my father back, you son of a bitch"

"And for a moment, he was alive. And my fairy tale came true."

(via onehellofarascal)

| crushed & broken a we were liars fanmix | listen

LYRICAL BREAKDOWN BELOW 

youth / daughter:  "we’re setting fire to our insides for fun. collecting pictures from a flood that wrecked our home. it was a flood that wrecked this home."

kids / mgmt: "crying out for attention. memories fade. like looking through a fogged mirror. decisions too. decisions are made and not bought. but i thought this wouldn’t hurt a lot.i guess not."

things we lost in the fire / bastille: "i was the match and you were the rock. maybe we started this fire. we sat apart and watched. all we had burned on the pyre."

seventeen / youth lagoon: "roaming the campground up by the lake where we swam. we were hunting for snakes. but we couldn’t find them. surrounded by nothing. but the nothing’s surrounded by us. but it’s just me in my room. with my eyes shut."

amnesia / 5 seconds of summer: "if today i woke up with you right beside me like all of this was just some twisted dream. i’d hold you closer than i ever did before. and you’d never slip away."

anna sun / walk the moon: "what can i say? this house is falling apart. we got no money, but we got heart. we’re gonna rattle this ghost town. this house is falling apart."

bad blood / bastille: "these are the days that bind you together, forever. and these little things define you forever. forever.

the youth / mgmt: "this is a call of arms to live and love and sleep together. we could flood the streets with love or light or heat whatever. lock the parents out, cut a rug, twist and shout. wave your hands. make it rain. for stars will rise again. the youth is starting to change." 

smoke / daughter: "then a woman, she screams. it’s a terrible night. as the mood changes from dark to light. tell the doctor what’s become of me. so you can analyse, analyse my dreams. of a smoke filled room."

(Source: eitherfearorlove)

ohmyohpioneer:

I can just imagine Mary Margaret and Emma coming home to this sight - Killian and David sprawled out on the living room floor, in their jeans and shirts and socks and sleeping with nasal snores and dream-twitches pulling at their fingers, mouths.

Henry asleep on the couch -  lanky body slung across the entire sofa.

And Emma just sighs and throws knit blankets over them, and swears that she’ll just get them an Erector Set for Christmas so that they can have an excuse to sprawl out on the floor together.

(She thinks it might be because neither of them were able to experience the boyhood they deserved.)
(With secret missions in the forest.)

(And scary stories whispered while annoyed parents shush and affectionately demand they quiet down, please.)

(With forts and fights and scrapes from battles against imaginary forces.)

(No chance to be little boys.)


(Like she never had the chance to be a little girl.)

And she smiles and brushes her fingers at the hair the peak of their foreheads because this is Killian and this is her father and it sets off some unfolding behind her breast bone that pushes at her throat and swoops into her stomach.

(She needs to stop drinking rosé so late at night.)

ohmyohpioneer:

I can just imagine Mary Margaret and Emma coming home to this sight - Killian and David sprawled out on the living room floor, in their jeans and shirts and socks and sleeping with nasal snores and dream-twitches pulling at their fingers, mouths.
Henry asleep on the couch -  lanky body slung across the entire sofa.
And Emma just sighs and throws knit blankets over them, and swears that she’ll just get them an Erector Set for Christmas so that they can have an excuse to sprawl out on the floor together.

(She thinks it might be because neither of them were able to experience the boyhood they deserved.)

(With secret missions in the forest.)
(And scary stories whispered while annoyed parents shush and affectionately demand they quiet down, please.)
(With forts and fights and scrapes from battles against imaginary forces.)
(No chance to be little boys.)
(Like she never had the chance to be a little girl.)
And she smiles and brushes her fingers at the hair the peak of their foreheads because this is Killian and this is her father and it sets off some unfolding behind her breast bone that pushes at her throat and swoops into her stomach.
(She needs to stop drinking rosé so late at night.)

(via bemusedbicycle)

jackviolet:

One of the things that is really notable about Moscow and yet not many people outside Russia know about, is how gorgeous the Moscow metro is.

These photos? That’s what the metro stations look like.

Yeah.

They’re called the “People’s palaces of Moscow” or else “Underground palaces,” and they were built during the Soviet era on the Communist idea that art and beauty should belong to the people rather than only being available in the houses of nobles.

These photos show just some of the metro’s attractions. There are many more mosaics, statues, etc, placed throughout.

And the metro is always this clean.

In addition to being beautiful, it is incredibly functional. It gets you pretty much everywhere in Moscow, and the trains run at intervals of every three minutes or less. At peak times, they run every 90 seconds. You never have to worry about missing a train, because the next one will come almost immediately.

Not always of course. In the late evening or early morning hours, you may have to wait as long as five whole minutes for a train. They’re also super easy to navigate.

We Russians are pretty proud of our metro system.

(via 1boo)

fairestregal:

"Henry brought me to Storybrooke to bring back the happy endings. My job’s not done until I do that for everyone… Including you."

(via jadeddiva)