So this is my second blog. I made this because to be quite honest I wasn't entirely comfortable with the fact that my friends knew about my other account. So lets try this again... Hi, I'm C., Welcome to the Flipside.
  • "Sink Or Swim" - Nishat Ahmed (via sickwithsyllables)

    (via revolvers)

  • "

    She said curled against me,
    Her voice tip-toeing the edge of a cliff,
    “I feel so small.”

    But you are not small,
    You are the entire universe.
    Your body is the new bloom wrung from
    The soil that was lain from the ashes of bursting stars,
    You are not small,
    Even if you think you are.

    Sometimes I wish you were small,
    So that it would be easier for my hands,
    My lips,
    To scour over every inch of you
    But I don’t mind if my body goes limp
    I will never get tired of touching you.

    I know your head is floating off your shoulders and that
    Your heart is so heavy that you are sinking beneath the floorboards.
    It is okay to feel blank,
    It is okay to feel anything you need to feel,
    And even though I am a poet, not a painter,
    I will try so hard to turn
    A blank you into something beautiful
    (Just in case you didn’t know,
    You are already something so beautiful.)

    We didn’t get to choose who,
    Or how,
    Or when,
    Or why,
    But you know what?
    I don’t care about the technicals,
    About the conventional,
    And I know you don’t either.

    I’m here for the sunshine, love
    And oh god do you shine so bright.
    But I am also here for the storms,
    For the rain,
    For every tear drop that streaks your cheek’s windowpane.
    No matter how much
    It hurts me to see you hurt,
    I will take my hands,
    My shaking hands,
    Wipe every single one of them away.

    "My heart’s not the strongest,
    But it is all yours”
    She says into the empty space of her room.

    I want to make my way inside your chest,
    Let your heart rest I will pump all your blood for you,
    I will prop you up on my shoulders
    I will be your human crutch,
    I will walk you across the Atlantic until the saltwater fills my lungs
    Or my own two legs give up
    Because peach,

    Loving you is not a matter of wading in the shallow end,
    Headfirst I will dive right in.
    This is not a question of how long I can float,
    This is sink or swim.

    "
  • hellyeahhorrormovies:

    directoraaronquinn:

    The Mystery Gang meets Horror Legends

    I wish this was real

    (via saudad-ee)

  • bemusedlybespectacled:

    liamgalgey:

    Mike Wazowski joins the Avengers.

    THOR’S HAMMER IS BLOCKING HIS FACE I AM DYING

    (via saudad-ee)

  • classichorrorblog:

    Halloween (1978)

    Directed by John Carpenter

    A psychotic murderer institutionalized since childhood for the murder of his sister, escapes and stalks a bookish adolescent girl and her friends while his doctor chases him through the streets.

    (via saudad-ee)

  • Warsan Shire, For Women Who Are Difficult To Love (via aurelle)

    (Source: hello-lolo, via revolvers)

  • "And you tried to change, didn’t you? Closed your mouth more. Tried to be softer, prettier, less volatile, less awake… You can’t make homes out of human beings. Someone should have already told you that. And if he wants to leave, then let him leave. You are terrifying, and strange, and beautiful. Something not everyone knows how to love."
  • "I love winter nights. Flickering fires, hot chocolate, scary movies and feeling you up on the sofa."