Layin down tha law.

Layin down tha law.

Thurstan Crow And His Beloved Wife

It was the biggest gala of the year. Everyone from milkmaid to baroness were invited to attend the celebration of the engagement of the two remaining heirs of the wealthiest families in Ironbridge. The ladies, in their finery and the men with freshly shined boots, all arrived at Torchwood Manor, the home of Baron Jules Torchwood, the father of the groom on this particular evening teeming with excitement and anticipation.

The moon was bright and high in the sky; weather clear and a subtle breeze blew through the wind chimes that hung in the garden. Eveyone was dancing and chatting in the grandest ballroom in the Manor. Everyone was a blur of fine, colourful clothing, and the smell of rich wine and freshly picked flowers was thick in the air. Exactly an hour into the festivities after everyone had arrived, the Baron Jules stood up on a stool and summoned everyone to gather around and direct their attention to the ostentatious stiarcase where Eliza Foretta, the bride would be decedning down the stairs. just then in a flury of music, the doors atop the stairs swung open and out walked an angel. Madam Foretta looked so stunning everyone was held in complete shock and awe for a sum of minutes. Finally the room burst into cheering and applause and she ran down the stairs into the arms of her husband to be. Never before was there a happier couple, or more anticipated wedding.

It was at this exact moment when the grand mahogany doors of Torchwood manor suddenly swung open wide once again. Everyone, confused, stopped cheering and clapping and started at the doorway. There was a collective gasp and a tangible and horrified silence as the visitor strolled through the doorway, casually, like the devil himself. He sauntered down the stairs with intent and a strange, eerie smile on his face. Though it is not the visitor himself that had caused such a scene, but rather what he held in his hands: A large glass jar with a human brain suspended within. Submerged in strange green liquid that almost seemed to glow in the light of the chandeliers, he gripped the jar under one arm and walked towards the crowd. 

whispers rippled amongst the stunned people, and it was all the same name. Thurstan Crow, the renowned scientist who had gone mad after the death of his beloved wife.

Who was allegedly the owner of the human brain he carried with him.

I was like “Am I your favourite extra curricular activity?”

and he said “Honey, you ARE the curriculum.”

Dumb & tired

Dumb & tired

  • my boyfriend was dropping me off at his house after spending time together.
  • him: *staring at me for a little while, takes my hand in his and says* You know, You really are so beautiful and wonderful and perfect for me, and I wish you believed all that.
  • me: I do believe all that.
  • him: You don't think you're really all that beautiful though.
  • me: ... Sure I do.
  • him: you should. Because you are. You really really are. *kisses me*
  • me: *blushing uncontrollably trying not to giggle or swoon*
  • him: *grinning* I better not see any of this on tumblr.
  • me: what do you mean?
  • him: you better not say how you think I'm full of shit for saying you're beautiful!
  • me: riiight. ;)

Complicated weird feelings

Once me and one of my ex boyfriend and I were making out and things were getting hot and heavy. But all of a sudden I felt this wave of sadness just crash over my body, and I felt like I was going to cry. I kept kissing him, but in between breaths I choked back tears. I realized this isnt what I wanted, and he wasnt want I wanted. And I think thats the moment I knew that things were over with us. at least for me. 

He sensed I was distracted and stopped, asking me what was wrong. I tipped my neck back and whispered: “I want you to hurt me.”

I don’t know why I even said something like that, i didn’t want him to hurt me physically, or maybe I did, i wanted him to get angry with me, I wanted him to push me away and let me go so that I could leave. “Hurt me.” I said again looking into his eyes, hoping he would understand what I meant. hoping he would get it. but he never understood me, and he took it that I wanted him to be more rough while kissing me.

"Oh, she likes it rough!" he said grinning, and I forced a smile, even though my heart had been broken. he dove right back into the kissing, and with every kiss he drove the nail deeper and deeper into my heart. 

and it killed me because he was supposed to be someone who understood and he could never be that for me.

I’ve lost my mind

I’ve lost my mind


My boyfriend had to use my debit card to pay for a few things at the store because his dad forgot to transfer money to his account. He promised he would get the money to me soon.

Later on I asked him how soon he thought he might be able to pay me back. He promised again that he would pay me back in full.

"Maybe we could settle this debt…I’m some other way?" I say seductively dragging my nails down his back and grinning suggestively.

"Oh? Okay!" He says smiling big.

"Sike, I want my money, bitch." I say smirking as I walk away.

My other selfie

My other selfie