I'm Leanna, ♏,
I'm currently a freshman in high school
and this is my multi-fandom blog! c:
Of the few things I wanted then, I needed you.

writershigh:

fuck love

Writers are always interchanging in some way, just as the air we breathe doesn’t belong to one place.
You insult me
as if the worst names
haven’t come out of my
own mouth before.
But you could never
hate me as much as I
once hated myself.
Go ahead,
keep your tongue
heavy. I have already
survived the worst.

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #756 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Text for Tired Eyes:

I want fireworks from mountaintops and lightning from windowsills.  I want lazy board games where rules forget to matter and I want shouting matches over important things.  I want a passion that burns through us and sets the sheets on fire.  I want to wake up covered in soot from the night before.  I want a hand to catch my head when my eyes fill up with water, and I want fingers to find my shoulders when the weight of a lifetime feels too heavy from time to time.  I want to be the tireless palms that rub the aches from your flesh and the kiss on the forehead after you fall asleep from it.  I want the steering wheel cold in my hands on the start of a morning road trip far from here and I want to be the sound of your legs stretching when we stop for gas.  I want the photos of every sign at the border of every state and I want my fingers slightly stained with the stamps from every visa in our passports.  I want the odor of strange food that snakes its way down long streets and the sound of boots on cobblestone and clay.

Part Two.

cumber-bitches:

snapchatting like a pro

lucifer-the-morning-star:

superfizz:

omg is steve trying to insert a dvd into a microwave oh bless

omg clint after they shut the door on natasha

officialheinzdoofenshmirtz:

behold, it is i, the evil social justice warrior, here to ruin your fun by pointing out that you’re being kind of an asshole

partofdisneysworld:

sup3rbun:

Finally finished it :) Based off “The Blue Umbrella.”

WHAT THE HELL THIS IS ADORABLE

lifeisdisney:

we need to talk about shrek more

Hannibal: We even finish each other's s-
Will: Shut the fuck up, Hannibal.

takingstockofwhatmattersmost:

from the moment i left her lips


i fell
with the weight of her words
eventually crashing upon the stained walnut 
soaking into crevices
trampled over
forgotten

i was but a whisper

outpostalpha:

'So the food runner comes out, and it's a pizza. And I'm like, “I ordered a pizza!”. So he puts it in front of Gavin, and I'm like “Mine.” And I ordered a pepperoni pizza, so I took a bite, wasn't pepperoni at all, but it was good so I'm like, “I don't give a shit,” so I kept eating it. So, another twenty minutes goes by, they come back with the pepperoni pizza, I’m like. Ooooooh.’

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