Your teeth.
I’m just gonna be honest and tell
you the first thing that made me
stop breathing, and it was your teeth,
peeking out of your mouth like little moons.
I was just a kid then, staring at the
big bad wolf like maybe his fangs could be kissed, like maybe I could get close
enough to taste the night on
his scowl, but I settled for a hand
on the shoulder, instead.
I’ll let you be the hero if it means you’ll love me.
I’ll be the villain if it means you’ll
touch me.
I don’t care.
I’ve got a handful of my
own darkness and if you won’t take
it then I’ll swallow it down myself
until I am something terrifying
and you have to come running to try and take it out of me.
Because the big bad wolf doesn’t
know how to use his big bad hands
and I know this like I know my name,
so I wait.
One day, I will stop talking about monsters.
I will stop trying to grow claws just
so that I can run with the wolves.
I will be the person who found you
and hated you until it felt like love,
and you’ll pretend not to notice the difference.
I will wait until your teeth are suns
and then I’ll be Icarus.
I’ll fly and sing your name on the way
down. —Caitlyn Siehl, Little Moons (via alonesomes)

Klayley + ours 

[inspired by ccajera comment ]

not-a-queen-a-sourwolf:

inspired by x

I didn’t use it.

your mother warned you about gods like me
told you to stay away, against all odds
and yet here you are
raking your dirt encrusted fingernails along my spine
your mother warned you about gods like me
told you that i was cold, that i would not want your warmth
and yet here i am
wondering how someone with so much fire within them
could cause such harsh weather
your mother warned you about gods like me
told you to never taste my world, no matter how tempted
and yet here you are
sinking your teeth into the fruit, letting the juice drip down your chin
as if it were the blood of mortals
your mother warned you about gods like me
told you that i would step on your pity flowers
and yet here i am
telling you time and time again
that every flower, no matter how pretty, shall have its thorns
your mother warned you about gods like me
told you that you did not have to be my queen
and yet here you are
sitting on the arm of my throne, with your lips pressed at my neck
as if it were a dare

i warned myself about goddess’ like you
told myself i would not fall in love
and yet, here i am.

—n.s. (via nebulha)

generation one ♡ tony

'Klaus, please… Don't hurt him.'

Anonymous asked: You should definitely write a meta about why Klaus calls her "Little Wolf" ( I read your tags). I have faith in you.

awh that’s awfully sweet of you to say so…and yay someone reads my tags! Um, I mean, I can definitely give the whole ‘meta thing’ a go but, unfortunately, I am a direly…how would I say this? Oh yes, I AM BORING. So I don’t know if my metas would be as entertaining or as well-thoughtout as some of the others…

youwerethereforme:

Klayley + reasons why we love them    1 / 24    [inspired by x ]

                   #1 Because Klaus calls her little wolf

US GIRLS HAVE GOT TO STICK TOGETHER

maybe one day you’ll understand why everything you touch surely dies.

Klayley + parallels  / ∞     [ep 1.01 | 1.02 |1.08 | 1.09 | 1.17 ]

    "I'm beginning to think we're a lot a like, you and I."

It’s okay to care. It’s okay to want something. That’s all Elijah was trying to do. That’s all he wanted for you. All we’ve ever wanted.”

a safe home, someone to tell you that they love you every single day, and someone to fight for you no matter what

currently writting for TO & TVD (sometimes I write for TW, other fandoms may vary, depending on what you're asking for) WARNING: this blogger does not tolerate unjustified hate on female characters (which means malia tate/hayley marshall/elena gilbert/regina george haters can just bugger off)
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