are we going down or will we fly?

going for simpler sets now.
{ the morning }
'her hair, tangled and knotted, lay about her shoulders in messy almost-chocolate curls, obscuring one of her cornflower blue eyes and brushing her firm cheekbones in feather-like tenderness. a mug of hot chocolate warms her palms, resting on her knees as her chipped nails tap out a quiet rhythm on the china. her grey cardigan slips off one of her shoulders, wrinkled around the arms of the man -- which are wrapped around her waist -- and she eyes her handbag across the room hungrily. she's not gonna get one of those cigarettes without waking him up.'

and i left my scarf there
at your sister's house
and you still got it
in your draw
even now
{all too well ; taylor swift}

thousand armies couldn't keep me out
i don't want your money
i don't want your crown
see i've come to burn your kingdom down
{seven devils ; florence and the machine}

rubik's cube - athlete

dna - little mix
 
so this is somewhat dedicated to my beautiful twinny, ansa, who actually doesn't spend much time on polyvore anymore but eh. happy very-late birthday hun :*

"... I keep thinking about us and how we sorta maybe kinda might fit together perfectly like puzzle pieces but not because I’m really bad at comparing things, okay? I just... I think that there might be something here and maybe I’m just being stupid and clingy and such a total girl which is maybe probably the most embarrassing thing in my life but I sorta get like this around you. It’s kinda like my heart just stops and this swarm of butterflies has just like been born in my belly and they’re flying around and they tickle and seriously how are they not coming out of my mouth? Maybe they are though like words these big stupid words because I always get stupid around you and maybe sorta hopefully you get stupid around me but I don’t think so. You could never be stupid, love. Not once. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I noticed how you like your tea and just what makes you want a beer and how your eyes crinkle up when you laugh and how cute you are when you’re asleep and seriously how loud you snore but I don’t care about that. I don’t care about your flaws, because kinda maybe sorta I love you, and that’s just... I can’t just give that up, okay?"
 
[ So yeah, that's Vik's little rant from a fanfic I am going to post, one day, when I actually remember, called To Be Alone With You and yeah this set is crappy but okay aha]

I settle myself down at the Slytherin table, beside Daphne and Tracey. The two girls eye my cat ears and mask, but then shrug. It's not as though either are in any place to judge - Tracey has charmed her hair green and donned a warty nose for the occasion, and Daphne's makeup is far more extravagant, her lipstick matching the red of her nurse's hat. Down the table, Astoria eyes us amusedly, before turning back to her dull friends. I look around the great hall for a moment, pretending that I didn't just catch eyes with Weasley, no I didn't, before digging in to our halloween feast.

really don't know what this is. but i'm back!